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An Ode to Matt and Nathan

My parents warned me about you. You were devils Seductively knocking, Leaving ancient tomes at my door. They’d rather I Swallow pills and die Then learn what you gave me; An escape, A gateway, Brothers, You taught me to open … Continue reading

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Slave to the Machine

Wrench from me These Twisted machines. Creating, Crafting, On open skin Telling symbols Of hidden sin. Writhing Wretched Shameful things Metal skin Wire veined Coercion and control of Morals Values Soul. Hardwiring Until I am fit. A product Manipulated Reduced … Continue reading

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Monsters and Fathers

He speaks like an exploding dictionary, Picking out the meanest words, Arranging them In the worst order. Prides himself on dumb. Smart Is for “college boys.” And “he ain’t no college boy.” I can still hear him Echoing through my mind … Continue reading

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The Point of Honesty

“When I learned to love myself, to accept all the broken parts, the ghosts of my past could no longer bind me; could no longer hold me in so much stagnant water. I was at last free.” -Basil Fish It … Continue reading

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God Have Mercy

Slow poison. Sick and drowning in myself. Each cut closer to closure. Closer to home. I am Unraveling myself. Pulling out heartstrings and tendons. Ripping out The better parts of myself. Always, An excuse for leaping without looking. I am … Continue reading

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Covering Mirrors

We are sick to death. To death, And breathless. Holding in our hearts. Guarded, Like a lion and her prey. Unable To let each other in. We stretch miles From inches of indifference. Blind  ourselves And sear our conscience With … Continue reading

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Go Back to Sleep

We gather In the promise of later. In cut off conversations, We rest in the Noise and static of machines; Imagined stories Distracted dreams. But it is not rest. Rest wouldn’t leave us so restless. Wouldn’t force us To pump our veins … Continue reading

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