My brain is what keeps me thinking as mealthough if you hit it just righthard enoughshaking it within its homemaybe cracking off a piece and placing your hands upon itgripping tighter juggling itconfusing italtering ityou’ll change meand then I may become youand I’d no longer think for hoursabout how much I dislike the normbecause theContinue reading “I may become you.”
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The word warning written in red.
She envisioned a rather small version of herself shrink and shrink more so small it entered her nostrils venturing further and further.She got to the brain,knocked a few times as she stared at the note on the door.“Out for lunch.”Figures of course it would beher timing was never right. After all that workshe wasn’t goingContinue reading “The word warning written in red.”
A line.
A line was drawn.What side?The bodies scattered,their feet tripping over a chalked line.What side? Their eyes kept searchingtheir hearts were loudand they felt unsure complete uncertainty until they stepped over to familiar faces.This is the placethey kept thinking yea this is the side for me on the other side they met their decision with theContinue reading “A line.”
Every web contains an answer.
If you speak a word to me the webs they activate and I get lost amongst them sorting out details that lack sense towards othersfor me they’re everything. Every moment we wakewe take a breathwe speakevery web contains an answerthat I’m moving towardsand as I do I get stucktrapped in the sticky messof human emotionsContinue reading “Every web contains an answer.”
Beneath the pile.
If I was already dead I wouldn’t be speakingmy eyes wouldn’t be blinking I’m not a ghost whispering in the background while their corpse is rotting within the ground I’m waving in front of youand you’re looking through as if my skin is transparent should my frustration stay dormant no I won’t crawl within aContinue reading “Beneath the pile.”
Sticking corks within the arteries.
They cut open the bodysticking corks within the arteries they tore out a lung replacing it with a balloon and inserted a rather long strawfrom the nostrils all the way down. The artist tug upon the strawthe glue had driedand it was time for the test a deep breath into the strawthe balloons filled itContinue reading “Sticking corks within the arteries.”
Slivers within my heart.
I feel as if placed within my heartthere have been several sliversand each sliver is attached to another and the slivers are made of flesh and that flesh has a small skin-like stringthat unraveled and entangled itself within the sliverand every timethe owner of the slivers pullI feel a pain in my heart and everyContinue reading “Slivers within my heart.”
Are we suppose to recycle the old ones?
I have memoriesthat I see play as I’m staring at something else and I’m left to wonder if my memories would stay the same if I had another perspective shifting my view into the other would I have felt sad instead of happyor happy instead of sad and as I stare at the picture internallyContinue reading “Are we suppose to recycle the old ones?”
The world is a giant mouth.
The world is a giant mouth and the bodies rooted upon it are the teeth.They’re rotted by cavities,settled in by words spitted out,by the other teeth and in time the enamels have worn thin rendering them sensitive. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
People don’t have barcodes.
People don’t have barcodes to be scanned in quantities the button held down pressing numbers accumulating and skipping cartons on the shelfneglecting deeper connections with each product. Being known is the ideal right? and knowing more is critical in our own expiration although I have always sheltered a deeper needfor a more personal interest oneContinue reading “People don’t have barcodes.”
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