Vein ApoplecticThere are sparklers in the back of my throat, and you're just itching to dynamiteMore Like This
(A rift of twitches, from an orange twit.)
I'm a fighting last chance, a choke-battered tongue serum
tangerine sweat retained behind a layer of
and I crinkle whenever you slide into my shiver of a short-leashed field mouse
with dandelion claws stuck in its spinning wheel of a
(And by dandelion, I mean poppy.)
I always love it when I can slurp up the spasms, and you're the perfect paint thinner
to finish the job.
So load your heat into the barrel of my heart rate
twiddle your toes
and let her rip through my fucking synapse.
Laughing HallwaysIt’s an unsettling feeling to be watched. Your skin prickles and the hair on the back of your neck rises. All at once you are uncomfortable and flattered. It’s only when you are watched, and you are unsure how, that the discomfort wins out. That’s how it is in these dorms. Thousands of girls, millions of emotions have roamed this hallway. The bathrooms are filled with the tears of a hundred break-ups and the mirrors pulsate with displeasure.More Like This
As you walk down the halls the only footsteps you hear are your own. You know the other girls are only separated from you by a thing wooden door, but for now the chipped linoleum and dim overhead lights shine on you alone. Somewhere in the back of your mind you can hear the soft footsteps of someone else, a quiet laugh cut off by a girl a few doors down pressing in the lock. That definitive click barely even registering anymore but now it resounds loudly.
Clutching the towel around yourself and gripping the shower basket you