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Subtle taste.

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They have skinny chalk legs and they whistle into tea cups with their petal lips. They are the only mouths I know that bloom; open up like flowers yawning like tiger jaws to roar with the morning. Their home is constelations. Their home is burbury and jagged arms. Their words speak more like songs with cliche metaphors, recycled antynoms mixed in with unfinished thought. They are food processors, churning up words as if stuffing meat into a blender. churn churn churn. pushed by heavy fingers, mutton hands.

They only read the surface scars. The tiny baby ones that resemble malignant tumors. It is somehow relatable to talk about the front step. the late half an hour repeat news burned into our skulls. less throw up if you please.

They are the engraned, faded stain on the cold sore of bloodied carpet. Stepped on, pressed down, scrubbed off not enough times to count. Hand me a dove, so I may carry off this lost cause.

we know you love his sixty seventh stare. we can tell he loves you by the way he touches your hair. like it is something to be remembered. like it was never there before. I have him too.

I'd rather sip the secrets you refuse to use. trembling on your tongue, stitched into your gums. let me ravage the room where skeletons crackle and eyes can't help but listen.

let the rain and sun collide like a vision.
Its been awhile since I've done an experimental. This feels so raw to me..
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OceanEyedWolf's avatar
Positively beautiful - I love your use of language :D