Posts
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thriller novels and other methods of swinging from chandeliers
july - tea lights - unfortunate events of spilling red wine - barnes and noble
wednesday evening licking stains from wood and climbing on bookcases and jumping in pools that aren't ours -
ring fingers (fruit juice)
i've decided on mango.
windy peaks of frosted milkshakes
she writes her name in sunscreen on the walls.
sips frothy milk at gleaming countertops, then
flips people off with her ring finger in the sand-
it's simply too much -
for you, for me
avocados, pears, forget-me-nots.
she twirls out a list and smiles.
dental floss. chapstick for me.
don't forget avocados
i already wrote that, see?
mangos, conditioner, a new coat.
she bites her lip. -
when the rain comes.
I wrote this for a contest and want to know if y'all think it's any good. <3
i. our feet have turned blue. windows thrown open for reminders, "our world is there." if it's right here, why can't i see it? -
then we blossom
we are lavender.
boughs hung over arches of cinnamon purple,
we are lavender, our skin painted sky blushes, powdered sugar
we are lavender sounds of crystal water trickling
in our hair
lavender chalk in 5 o'clock
light -
Thither comes a dashing gentleman
When wind whips my hair and blows it across my face dramatically,
I pretend to be in a Jane Austen novel.
For, what! I cry to the sky through my hoarse throat,
thither comes a dashing gentleman!