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vulnerabilityWe swam in cold waters. He floated under me, held my arms back, vivisected me under the grand sky's vacuum, and I felt the ocean's steady breath through him.vulnerability
"I will try to make this quiet" were the words he lived by,
remembering that we will not be remembered.
by ~janebondage
sisterby ~janebondage
ErosionErosionErosion
You’re cold, dense breath to ground me; your corn syrup speech makes my roof
stick to your tongue.
You boil water for tea when I can't speak, say we’re washing away
the Arabian sand in my voice,
in my name buried in al Naqab, in Bedouin poetry, the abrasive movement of it cleaning me white.
You pinch my nose when it's running,
say we're swimming,
my tears sea-salt from the ocean floor
eroded millennia ago before there were ever people at all.
I am a girl with paper cuts tapping my cheeks for rouge. &nbs
by ~janebondage
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nothingyou know that if you go down the street at noon down the street the sun will see the sun will smile never never tell your secrets my god lifted me above the dirt and trapped me in a cloud and I had lights and camera and the action left us all alone and went to Egypt for vacation and we waited up for it all night we went downtown to see if we could purchase some medicine downtown we found a sympton an antidote a yardstick and a fishing polenothing
no poison no disease no way to survive baloons and kleenex and condoms and ice cream are all we need to patch our wounds everyone they tell me everyone dies alone
by ~Slythros
sanityinside the cold bleak walls of perfect sanity we cannot escape our own reflections the health inspections of the mind the introspections of the blind, of the curiously ecstatic, silent, glorious, broken madmen who inhabit every corner and every alley of my consciousness every second we play another game, another match of wits with the wonderful screaming arsonist who cries for blood and lives on the other side of all the bridges we have burnt in our eternal quest for sanity, the straightjacket of oblivion, the unending madness of the sane every second every second we feed it cough medicine and pretendsanity
by ~Slythros
What I really wanted was rivets.
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- Favourite style of art: Photography
- Tools of the Trade: Boredom
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many thanx to you for the fav & watch!
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