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Halloween 2021
Today I’ll dress as voice, as sound, the squeal, the never-ending scream and walk around as all those waves that bounced from thickest walls of…
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Ginger
I met her at the small lagoon, not knowing she’s an ocean. I met her at the small lagoon not knowing I’m the forest, and…
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And at that dawn, you smiled unfinished and dropped my hands under the snow-caked hills. After a carousel of changing faces, my hands, infused by…
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Today is 2053, I’m hungry, sterile, minimalisticI want a juicy piece of meatWith blood and tendons, chewy strings,Not seasoned, seared nor marinated.The art above me…
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She’s always gazing from the shadows, configuring with geometric solids, with alchemistic fumes, the dirt and soul. Her dresses, covering her values, stamped like phalerae…
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This flower, found under layers of thickness, was given to Emma, who coincidentally, has always been under layers of thickness herself. She fell once, twelve…
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The pumpkin seeds the horrorin hollow heads indeed.There’s nothing more satirical,than first world children dressed in need.No better profilactic than our Halloween.The pie that creams…
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An intervention to Eloise the typewriter‘s “Dead words” poem. Dead words are really dormant, in their own cocoons, Floating over empty lines, drifting in ink…
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My veins are sausages filled with the starchiest of loves. Grains, scabs, lymphatic fluids, Chunks of your lipstick, my mother’s hips, Relentless idiotic future, some…
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I drink that bottle of fermented gull, Excuses come to conflict gods, With astringent sour face of mad, With pity subbing lungs. Depressive, melancholic tags,…
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