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down the drain she keeps her toothbrushdown the drain by ~deadthingsdontfly
in the shower
she's been losing sleep down the drain
every day
everyday she loses a little more
a little more
every day she loses little sleepy hours
down the drain
she keeps her hairbrush
in the shower
she's been losing gold down the drain
every day
every day she loses a little more
a little more
every day she loses little golden strands
down the drain
she keeps her airbrush
in the shower
she's been losing teardrops down the drain
every day
every day she loses a little more
a little more
every day she loses little salty tears
down the drain
gained nothing 2 it's getting crowded in my chestgained nothing 2 by ~deadthingsdontfly
what with lungs, heart,
and everything you didn't take
when you left
but even so
even so, I've been so empty
that I've been breathing for the both of us
despite the loss of volume
and the hollow sound my body makes
without you
it's been so hard to walk
so heavy from the weight of you
filling me up, filling me up
ever since you left
but even so,
even so, I've been beating for the both of us
despite the loss of mouths to feed
and the heavy sound my music makes
without you
without you, I've gained nothing at all
without you, I've gained nothing at all
without you, I've learned how to crawl
a
I have music inside of me I have music inside of me that wants to get out,I have music inside of me by ~deadthingsdontfly
crawling up my throat like something breathing;
my vocal chords become a step ladder with a broken rung
I spend my time dry heaving over the paper
but nothing comes out -- not even bile.
I need to eat good words,
like fruit I've handpicked from an orchard of brilliant minds
before I am ready to breathe them out again
as isomers, useful only to me and my biology.
we never create anything new,
we only devour ourselves in stanzas as we find them
everywhere but where we've been looking
and put the little pieces back together all wrong.
Immigrant's Guide to Colorado I was promised horses. I remember this distinctly.Immigrant's Guide to Colorado by ~MsCellanea
My dad knew as well as I that moving isn’t easy, especially to a place so very far away, so he would cushion it with promises such as these. Thoughts of horses and mountain ranches made the process of tearing away from my homeland all that more bearable, so I complied. My visions were of a log cabin situated on the hips of the foothills, with gentle mares that would lean their heads in my window in the heat of summer mornings. Of dirt roads and tractors, of cattle and barbed wire. But mostly horses, of course.
Colorado is not all horses and ranches. Our house turned out to squ
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