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nicotine ash in the air morphing neutrality to potential cancer one of us is decomposing while alive putrid body soul and everything else one of us is in the wrong you're the one holding death between your index finger and other tumour-stained digits one of us is in the wrong let me be clear - it's not me.

April 28 a blue thread wove in and out of cotton dyed blue. it was in motion. now it is one. unseen and camouflaging. my physical body and my soul. your physical body and your soul. some of me and some of you. we wove in and out. in transit we became one. unseen and camouflaging. April 29 love like a shadow may gallop away as a horse. but come sunrise there is a shadow again; a caress over its muzzle sparks kindly warmth. perhaps the horse trots not away, but takes you with it April 30 in a world vastly reliant on venting through war there was a quaint period of combat without violence in a world vastly reliant on hope during war there

April 22 trample upon a leaf and it will not cry eat a leaf it will not cry it comes from a legacy of a majestic brambly network a persevering forestry an elephant wades its way through unsuspecting a mouse rounds its eyes upon the behemoth the leaves do not cry the mouse takes its prey apart tusk tail trunk the mouse eats the elephant leaves lay trampled upon not crying April 23         wheee i scree         -ch, tsk, ching my armor cling clangs i wield my sword         swoosh whish it dances in the air i cut invisible demons to              de-                      mon(ster)                                   s(ea)        whoop i

April 15 cruella de ville had a dalmation problem it all started when she lost her family to war and the coat her mother left her was stolen it had comforting polka dots finding the best replica was all she ever wanted since to remember her mother again April 16 choose a token piece i’ll be the rocking horse please roll the dice move six places forward i now owe pretend money to some pretend entity is this game plagiarizing monopoly roll the dice move two paces ahead you did better than me my six versus your two does it have to be a game you nod i roll the dice April 17 my memories are rusting they are anaemic yet oxygenating orange

April 8 i want a pet a fire breathing dragon that kindles away all the sadness in the world crushing every tyrant into nothingness and after we’ve wiped all the tears off to never i want it to fly me away to a good kind of forever April 9 cherry cola was a ladybug that found itself in the gathering dust of a crumbling castle she glanced around till she spotted a friendly face loopa the matriachal pigeon the two caught each other’s gaze and flittered into a new beginning spurring the castle to life again April 10 affecting decibels in my ear i speak in a high pitch my heart beats, my pulse shoots stars stare intensely in the

April 1 i am ashamed of my anxiety it falls over me like a gossamer curtain and i let its sheen take me i am weak under its slippery now here now there demeanour, sometimes i forget it’s only a curtain and i am only human April 2 are you okay? yes, umm i want you to tell me are you okay? no, i have to… okay okay, all right the voice outside knew nothing about the voice inside but still it tried April 3 fried velvet sticks magnesium nuggets double spaced novel burger ash chip cookies rainwater with iridescent swirls April 4 chest hollowing in tandem breath extinguishing you watch a cliff crack and plummet assuredly aimed to

See now, I don't like cats. I see you're appalled by this. I reckon any thinking person would be. How can you not like cats, you ask? See now, in their presence, my throat closes up, my eyes itch like they' re on hairy fire prickles, my trachea threatens the bronchi inside my lungs - you will collapse, I'm telling you, you will collapse - and then, say I do I do collapse. See now, the blood rushes to my head my face reddens - redder than any red - while the air in my lungs thrashes about like a half-cut lizard daring to regenerate its other half but then they inject me with epinephrine and antihistamines and I don’t really kno

One – enjoyed dancing while holding a glitter-stained mask to her eyes. Nobody wants to see those unsightly tears, her mother said. They slowly made their way down her blush-ridden cheeks, adding a layer of illumination that the unmasked coveted with disdain. Two – unconsciously tapped his right foot, faster than the rhythm of his heartbeat. He was neither nervous nor anxious, simply a victim of time. Three – laughed a lot, even when things were particularly unfunny. But according to Wikipedia, he lived longer than the other four. Four – stared at screens twenty three hours a day. Even in his sleep, he watched his d

I am endlessly fascinated by the contradiction that is to be human. Human being - completedeficient wholehalved fullbare spillingstifling over                       betwixt teeth                         within sinews                         across white blood with such feeling. doomed to end at birth yet hopeful for sweet immortality upon death yet this passage, most human(s) gladly endure for their heart remembers to rain                        (and sometimes fails to -) that good love, that concretes over mortal cracks

the wisps of my body are strained exhausted dead tell them i was brave draw a tree on my epitaph root me down to what matters my heart used to be made of coppermercurycobalt but your nothing sorrow unalloyed me & i am all the better for it