Chalk Outlines

I have an obsession with bones, yours not mine.

Jun 8

May 11


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Feb 17

Everything I love here


Everything I love here

Feb 10

First time writing in a while…

This, this I’m used
to, the thundering echoes
between the hollow parts
of ribs and lungs,
hidden churches along the ridges
of pelvic regions, martyrs nestled
in bones and mouths, panic
cradled in the sharp ends of clavicles,
this, this is familiar

Not you,
you are a foreign land
where spilled feelings
dance across your back,
acceptance sprouts
from the paths made
by your legs to
your thighs, thieves rejoice
in the temple of your soul,
and all the devils
do not dare
mourn the grace
from which you fall.

Feb 5
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Pablo Neruda100 Love Sonnets (via dissapolnted)

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Dec 1


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