the soul is numbered into a cohesive pattern. graphed for the mathematical masterminds and swallowed by the sea. it is drawn on earth-colored paper and taped to backs; for no one has the right to see their soul or steal it, just to roll it in mud or take it off when they feel overdressed. she's always overdressed for you but strays, too afraid to slip her hands down, over, off. she replies with tiny licking phrases and sheathes her eyes behind a clear mask. so useless. so so ashamed. to blame. we blame you.
talk is nothing but meal to fill the empty stomachs of air. we make it fat with nonsense and diseased desires. the others are just fifteen and free to dream, so free. free attaches to falling in a revolution of seconds and we are the most captive prisoners of all.
you have sweet dreams of tongues slipping down your throat, of medicine. i live to trail your insides but die to move beyond skin. barriers break our chemicals down to singular strands of written codes read only by nature. i am falsely yours and you thin my blood to water.
she is of sex and stairwells, angular walls of hip bones cutting sheets. you are only all the streets(sheets) we sleep under and ride for just one night, cold from metal and chewy rubber. limbs darken with all the world. i'm anything. i will walk away.
ordering themselves to ripe instability, they comment on the luster of the girl. of you. it inches so heavily down your thighs. rots in the corners of your mouth. thoughts of you make you spit and gag. serious and fuming, acidic and onfire. break us for nothing.
the road telescopes your heartbeat and all our paper souls so malleable to the wind. until, with one glistening crystalline gust, pulls the tapered binding from our backs, and now we live as we please. always, always free.
god. your writing...it just...argh. i love it! "she is of sex and stairwells, angular walls of hip bones cutting sheets." me, please? why do i want to be so unhealthy? why do i find it attractive? but i love it. i think i'm just...strange. but darling, your words, they make me ache because they're just beautiful. actually, they're incredibly beautiful - just like you.
ahh you're the second person who has said that they wanted to be like that line... so not too strange(: although i didn't originally intend for it to be an attractive thing, hahah<3 i'm so glad you love it. really. oh gosh, thank you so, so much. i can't ever thank you enough. you're incredibly beautiful too
it was a bit of a struggle to slow down my mind enough to get through the first paragraph or so, i have an obsession with where i break my paragraphs and lines because some words sound like they shouldn't be together even if it's the same idea and my creative writing teacher allways is asking me why i'll break something up oddly. she asks if there's a purpose and i want to say
so anyways, the ideas in this are kind of fantastic, no-- really fantastic, i really enjoy "streets we sleep under" and you didn't even need to put sheets in there because streets we sleep under is lovely on it's own, but maybe (sheets) needs to be there so you go back and re-think streets and think it all over again.
that's what i did, i don't know.
i'm sorry, i was just running and my mind is moving like hfbsdhfbh. so i ramble. i have to go back when i'm done writing this and add punctuation.
i love you and this is beautiful. i'm so happy you're my best friend. i wish i could see you likeveryday. she is of sex and stairwells, angular walls of hip bones cutting sheets i wish that made people think of me
just with flowers and paint on her lips she's been told they make a heart when she smiles
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