oyster girli am a creature ofoyster girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ideas bone & sexual vigor-
to be this and a woman
is not fit
i told you this
and i meant it-
i am the fever of mouths
i am the blood, in that
bone, bleeding brown
i am the pearl that the
oyster spits out,
i am not fit
splashy love and other things.Dear lover,splashy love and other things.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A week ago I found out my father has been out of prison for a year and a half, and we make our F's in the same clumsy way. That doesn't mean a thing though, does it?
I am sick of your girlfriend's glitter getting on me when we have sex in your bed. You're an awful lover sometimes, you really are. I hope she knows all about me, and is planning her revenge, but I don't really want this for you.
My fiance is clueless, of course. At least he pretends to be, and that's good enough for me.
My first love was a senior in high school when I was in sixth grade. He was much too old for me, but god damnit- he was beautiful. He had curly brown hair, and a brand new pick-up that he loved to race down gravel roads when it rained.
He would look over at me with a huge grin on his face, and say,
"Are you scared yet?"
and I would smile, feeling terrified that we would go into a ditch any second, and respond,
"No, I trust you Alex," but I don't think he believed me. And in th
O'Keeffe.i'll have a poppy-flower tattoo on my shoulder and she'llO'Keeffe.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wear white linen dresses with bluepinstripes even though
she's more butch than i am. and i'll stare at her collarbones crashing against
her lungs and say "you remind me of the underside of orchids" while she laughs
and says "O'Keeffe" while her voice is released in pearls that sound like a lighthousekeeper's
i found the key to your panties out in dirt the colour of
the night sky (or zombierotten flesh)
but for a longtime there i had to paint the words on my arms
because for a while i forgot to talk (how to talk had no-one to talk to)
so the skin under my nails is bloodred but then again it's how i don't let myself
they are reflecting liestoday she didn't eat but she's okay with thatthey are reflecting lies4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
she knows that the sooner she fades away things might be better
today her eyes turned colder
it makes her feel like a machine that isn't useful anymore
today she is crying under the porch again
she likes to pretend that someone can hear her and is actually concerned
when she was born, it was cold outside
fifteen years later and it still feels the same (she can't feel it anyways, scars are making her numb)
tonight her life is over and no one will notice until next sunday