I almost died today, and I mean that in the most literal sense. Driving along the street, green light, a car turned wrong, I tensed “Babe-“, the word barely left my mouth before a loud bang occurred And there was smoke and airbags and questioning of what I had heard And thoughts of “oh shit”Continue reading “journal fifty-seven.”
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journal fifty-five.
people are not commodities but you seem to think they’re one? calling on me when it’s convenient and a lack of effort when you’re done you see, you can be hurt by ex-lovers but what really takes the tea is when people you’ve held close as friends aren’t the type of friend you thought they’dContinue reading “journal fifty-five.”
journal forty.
maybe there is more of an allure in missing someone than actually having them when I miss you, I can imagine the way you make me feel I can fabricate the rhythm we will have when we next meet again in my mind, we groove and we flow the responses I think you’ll have toContinue reading “journal forty.”
journal eighteen.
you look so hard now, like walking down the street, you couldn’t dare look aglow doing a lot of drugs now? night bleeds into new night, you’ve got no will to say no. thrill seeking for ragers now? helps numb denial—you last saw daylight how many months ago? final thought of you leaves my mindContinue reading “journal eighteen.”
brittany given. 