Carcasses


I have been picked apart until I am all bones,
Thanksgiving turkey,
ravaged carcass.

They tear at me this way and that,
looking for the choicest piece of meat

but there is none left to offer.
I have simply been picked clean.

My bones, cracked open.
They scrape out the marrow until all that is
left is a pile of teeth.
Bits of skin litter the serving platter
and it is thick with grease.

These are my tears.
This is what happens when there is
nothing left to give.
My ribs, curved upward like some
great offering,
my thighs, stripped of flesh.

Now I am thin. All that is left remains
scattered on the table,
and it is no great loss to anyone.

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That's When We Turn Out the Lights


Every night we start to fight.
When our words turn into blows
that's when we turn off the lights.

At first, the cost was worth the price.
That was the forfeit that I chose.
Every night we start to fight.

Something here is not quite right.
Uneasiness begins to grow.
That's when we turn off the lights.

You fooled me once, you tricked me twice.
I see the threat that you now pose.
Every night we start to fight.

You mock the fact I don't wear white.
Your cruelty begins to show.
That's when we turn off the lights.

You said you loved me out of spite.
You broke my heart then broke my nose.
Every night we start to fight.
That's when we turn off the lights.

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our love


cranes mate for life.
we didn't.

(we feed on each other's madness
as though we had never
been lovers.)

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I Have To Get Out Of This Place


I'm going to tear off my face.
Everything's getting too loud.
I have to get out of this place.

I am wearing black ribbons and lace.
My mouth is stretched into a howl.
I'm going to tear off my face.

I've always been lacking in grace.
It follows me into the shroud.
I have to get out of this place.

My ring, I have somehow misplaced.
I can't let you see me right now.
I'm going to tear off my face.

Before I met you, I was chaste.
You took me and started to growl.
I have to get out of this place.

I'm a complete and utter disgrace
and nameless when I'm in a crowd.
I'm going to tear off my face.
I have to get out of this place.

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chelsea hawk


It turned out better than I thought,
with bangs in front, styled up in back.
It's what they call a chelsea hawk.

Pink and purple dye we bought,
the sides are brown instead of black.
It turned out better than I thought.

Online pictures I had sought
to find the one that I should have.
It's what they call a chelsea hawk.

People stare at me in shock.
When my friends saw it, they all clapped.
It turned out better than I thought.

My head is cold - I had forgot
that warmth is something I would lack.
It's what they call a chelsea hawk.

Now I stand taller when I walk.
It feels like my life's back on track.
It turned out better than I thought.
It's what they call a chelsea hawk.

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strings

black balloon rising
little girl, you let go too soon
and i catch on to your string in the hope that you
will take me away from this place

and i am afraid beneath this
wide sky as i watch you
rise

there is an art to it
a certain rush that is perfected
over time
but you have refused to stay
so i wither and fade

there is no getting out of
this place

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you always said that i was tight

you always said that i was tight
and then you walked out as i slept
i dreamt of you three times last night

you used to keep me in your sight
you collared me and i was kept
you always said that i was tight

i used to sleep without the light
but then you walked out as i slept
i dreamt of you three times last night

everything is not all right
now in my veins your voice has crept
you always said that i was tight

i always hoped we'd reunite
my greatest loss was when you left
i dreamt of you three times last night

i tore your picture out of spite
it was obscene, the way i wept
you always said that i was tight
i dreamt of you three times last night

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