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I feel like my throat
Was ripped out, but your silence
Is what makes it hurt.
Was ripped out, but your silence
Is what makes it hurt.
Literature
Fragments
Ici
Ni nuages
ni bruit
et le sol
est trop lisse.
Je vais mentir.
Qui suis-je?
J'ai grandi d'un seul coup et très vite, comme une enfant qui saute et dont la tête reste accrochée, suspendue dans les airs, pour seulement s'apercevoir alors, en regardant en bas, qu'elle ne lévite pas, mais a un corps plus grand qui a poussé sous elle.
Etat des lieux
- Quarante et un morceaux d'un vase balancé.
- Six morceaux d'une assiette écrasée sur le mur.
- Onze morceaux d'un livré écharpé sans pleurer.
- Trois morceaux de la table assommée d'un poing lourd.
- Xanax, Tuinal, Prozac, Wisterol, par milliers.
- Deux morceaux d'un seul nous, désespoir distendu
Literature
A Poem About Nothing
And so, I lay down on the road, in the sun, and baked on the asphalt.
The man with the gas mask fetish scares me to death.
I want to die it black hair, straight and sleek, over the lack thereof eye.
The world, indeed, shall be overrun by oysters, but it won't matter because we'll all be dead things.
What if everyone else is me too?
Dear Hamlet, the answer is to not, or at least to pretend so as to get through the being itself.
Spoiler alert: you've nothing to worry about.
Because the above states the answer to all of my problems, I'll say
Literature
An Ode to the Place in my Dream
An island in the mist
Old and forgotten
A cliff side beaten by the sea
Waves crash against its sides far below
Atop the cliff a tree
Seemingly dead
But oh so stubbornly living
Its fellows long dead
Their children abandoning the cliff
But not this tree
It refuses to leave
It never blossoms and is always bare
But it lives there
On the cliff beaten by the sea
On this island in the mist
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