After lunchtime by *AuroraInk

the same hand and how I shake at the thought ofthe same hand by `YouInventedMe
sprawling, city-sized manifestos of the self.
sketch your soul in five lines or less
and the outcome can hardly minimize the input.
but, oh, to spend a lifetime
catering to a monumental silence -
that is something worthy of praise,
and damnation,
and the slow crawling horror of a dream.


now would be a good time you make me nervousnow would be a good time by ~seawings
and it means something wrong and gorgeous and wonderful and terrible, and i'm nervous about being nervous. i'll turn my bedsheets inside out for you, so that the stripes are outside and the hours are inside and no one but me can find them again. i'll be a quill for you, like a porcupine's, and i'm nervous so i'll stab you and hurt you and never want to leave you.
you make me nervous, you do, you do; you make me think of creosote and cicidas and the smell of desert just before it rains and stuck on a mountain counting stars while the ravens tell me how i live in a glass castle and all the coyotes want to come inside. (i s