A PANICKED PULL

— Beat. Break. Beat. Break. — Is there a monitor of these movements                 that shift beneath the skin? A rummaging within the ribs. I hear a broken bird                 beating against the bars of its cage, broken. – All organs […]

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NON PLUS

Between je t’aime and je t’aime, moi non plus there is so much more than love and hate; I love you I put my trust in you I thrust myself into you I lost my thrust in you I hate you, je t’aime, moi non plus, I love you I ache for you my limbs […]

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