strigoita

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because it’s summer now <3

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please read my messages. please show interest in me. don’t take in half of me take me whole

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Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “To the city I wish to get to know”

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Vertigo Peaks by Dion Anja 2. Return II by Dean Gioia

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Peony

i like to think of you sometimes

and peony petals begin to flutter

below the skin of my cheeks

as i blush at the thought of your voice

breathy praise and your touch

so soft, as the very petals of the flower

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who up early getting they worm

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the psychology behind cutting your hair

my hair is living - like overgrowth on a grave cinnamon wine cleans my eyes foxglove stare the perfume veering wildly in my bedroom the mirror complicates my reflection and reminds me of a necklace in the silver coffer that lays forgotten i'm wearing you around my neck today you're etched into my soul the same overplayed CD i carved your name in each petal of my rose a white rose from adam she drunkenly takes off her top and poses in the mirror devoted to neurosis far too young to live the lamppost that forgets to turn off fresh air trapped between two blades so blunt, so dull she tattoos herself to never go out again barbed wire, northern lights i salivate salvation backing away from the mirror, my feet tremble over the pile of detached hair i am fatally female

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there's something about the mirror in the hallway

my reflection pours a whine glass wearing a webbed dress made of phantasmas i stare at her in the hallway such a shame, crying on a summer's day i don't understand her demands red excuses speak in different tongues an image of lace underwear haunts my daydream as a honeyed nightmare i'd write about you like a vine the graze of your cotton skin upon mine driving me nowhere i would know naked license plates coax me out of love am i wasting away in place? porcelain tears on an undrawn face laid by a statue's decency the clouds shape the moon's hidden lunacy my portrait of anonymity bedaubed in oil paint and nudity

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a lustful dose of aquamarine ketamine

white sage valley

where rams come to die and

goats become human

crystal anthems of chrysanthemums

cause shivers in my skin and goosebumps on my bones

pearly tears in the sink

twisted gears, i can’t think

through the years keep me weak

we cut ourselves on piles of ionian sea glass

your infra-red blood on my body paint

just hostility and futility embracing in a whisper

cover me in velvet bruises on my inner thigh

make me in your thyme less soul

opalescent adolescent violence

my wet nymphette scent

accompanying a lavenderection of a coleo rising

my own softness chokes me, a violin side me

lively nightshade in your hair

like nevergreen overgrowth on a grave

the tyrannical terrain decomposes the magnoliar tree

lilac tarmac scorching below you and me

you were sculpted not by the gods but by those who appreciate mortality

make me in your soul

peel away layers of plaster from my sun-kissed skin

and watch the jealousy crumble to the ground

i unfurl like petals when i’m with you

if you weren’t mine, the skin would fall on its own

unloved for eternity away from your gaze

give me

hibiscus kisses below

eucalyptus eclipses

instead

champagneful truths become the lie

candlet go of hoarse remorse

if with you i’ll never die

you broke inside of me and painted it all blue

now dance naked in the ocean of my body under the moon of my mind

i wish you could skinny dip in my lagoon empty of perfume

my soul, reborn in your eyes

a single moth attracted by a flicker

that never vanishes on time

hollow worry

hammer heart

worthless mercy

worlds apart

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nobody can find out how much i need love

the faint touch of spring, wings of a lapis dove

doomed, blooming tulips blanket my sight above

the ground on which i sit upon, alone, thereof

nobody can find out how much i need love

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can i make it any more obvious?

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“tequila girlfriend”

tranquil eyes framed by heart-shaped sunglasses flicker from your glass to the older voices you hear

you wear the diamond necklace you never liked and you never asked for as

you listen to music and you watch boys and hope they hear the lyrics and flirt back with their eyes

but you were born too late to be starved like this

the mark of the witch is on your waist and your short skirt reveals plush thighs i am dying to hold on to

and if i do die one day, preferably before your time, i will become a virtue and i will come to you and watch your vices and fall in love with you more

you’ll be the first devil up in heaven

i’m not religious, but i still turn to prayer when i feel like i have nothing left to love

we always talk until we say too much and even then i fall harder for you

i just want to kiss your dry wet lips and you’ll never lie to me again

if they hadn’t heard you too, i wouldn’t be able to prove you were there

and if i never moan your name again i hope my teeth rot off

even if i had a voice in my head screaming at me to turn back, you would just whisper me closer

and i’d gladly oblige in everything you do

your mind is a bloodbath, and i will bring a towel and clean it

and watch you, my girlfriend, sip tequila while i drown out your heartbreak

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Calais

your heart rushes. my eyelashes flutter.

you both love and hate the lace of

my gloves, hugging my fingertips -

undeniable elegance obstructing

your skin from touching

mine. although, you could say the same

for the rest of my attire.

but we both know actions speak

louder than words.

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One Broken Promise

My precious glistening dream

Yes, I know what this is.

The faint breeze between my hairs.

The fragmented shells washed up on shore.

The sand hugging my bare feet.

And as I inhale the scent of the sea,

I know this means goodbye.