It’s difficultto restto take a breath and just be here. I’m always thinking worrying stressing about the billsabout the make believe that’s made its way in.believing we need morea bigger place to live. Rather than sitting here with you and just listening to your heartbeat several beats listening recognizing your love like I used toContinue reading “Listening to your heartbeat.”
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Don’t sneeze.
Don’t sneezethe fear in me will riseand I may explode no surprise. Several cents never enough for a dent in all these debtsand we all must smile submitting to their denial. Another dollar and several more as they’re coughing on the sales floor I wince as they tap my back and ask for a measurement,Continue reading “Don’t sneeze.”
Mushed against it all.
Living mushed against it all the creatures recall a time in which they could breathe without a fear that their hearts would recede and their lungs would fill of fluid because of it.A time in which normalcy wasn’t fighting common courtesy. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina
Moral grounds that freeze in the Winter.
Humans aren’t any more evilthan a lion ready to eatbecause all any animal knows is survival.The difference is as a human we’re stuck contemplating between moral grounds that freeze in the Winter.When we walk we must tread carefully because falling in could freeze our blood and no matter how hot it gets it’ll never liquifyContinue reading “Moral grounds that freeze in the Winter.”
A delicious heart.
Feeding the molesburrowing beneaththey peek out slowly then faster they climb spotting the flower in the grassdripping of its red liquidthey feednibbling to the rhythmic beat following that melody not daring to eat too much in fear of killing itbecause killing it would the mole lonely and unfilled on a forever search for a deliciousContinue reading “A delicious heart.”
They can’t speak at all.
Droplets slipping out as the words they speakcome in contact with your earsand covering doesn’t stop the toxins from making their way in.Ear plugs only block out noises to an extent the louder they become the harder it is to ignore.Stopping at the source is the more concrete route grabbing the gluesticky lips clamp themContinue reading “They can’t speak at all.”
2D impressions.
A world of eyesleaving 2D impressions.I wonder if they see meand I to them am flatas they’re looking out?Do they feel to be realand I myself imaginary?I’m only a thoughtIn the evening,when it is their nightit is my morningand when I feel awareit’s only a projection of them?Who is real,if I can thinkthen I mustContinue reading “2D impressions.”
Tree in Winter.
The burden of the ice waiting for it to solidify dripping down my spine branches stretched taking on morebefore it reaches the ground and the ground says it’s alreadyover capacityand yet I grow taller even in the Winter after my leaves starved themselves of oxygen to allow myself growth because being bareallows me to takeContinue reading “Tree in Winter.”
We most certainly won’t.
The breath is slowing as resistance is growing splitting the crust giving home to rustas the time feels stuck only it’s moving through the guck and we’re all watching standing still grouching making discussions feeling the need to make confessions still hiding pretending were finding solutions together as we hide out for the cold andContinue reading “We most certainly won’t.”
A rift.
There was a riftas bodies began to shiftbetween each partthere was no startjust a great expansionof time entering the mansionfrom one corridordown the hall the swaying of a doorand all the bodies began to meshfusing each others fleshand all the moments began to intertwineuntil there was no other moment in time. Thanks for reading. -TemperamentallyContinue reading “A rift.”
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