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keyser by hypnicjerks, literature

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keyser

how many summers did you spend couched in west virginia? street smitten, sore legged pacing the fence of adolescent mess in mountain’s maw, raining angel’s ash, the absolute heat death of july forever finding homes in someone’s sister’s basement, curled in a messy bedroom, growing pains in your shins getting taller couldn’t relieve against grainy adult swim shock toons estrogenic mall musk and slurpee vomit mom going on and on about some lie you told, or didn’t as if you culled the children to the cellar and beat them before you were born, as if you were a songless canary in a coal mine collapsing do

childish immortality by hypnicjerks, literature

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childish immortality

we're so ocean weary - salt jeweled hair, no anchors to plant. i'll be plucking sand from between my toes for weeks. we roll the windows down in our cars and homes to let the neighbors in, to let the smoke out. and by the way our shoes slap the asphalt, humidity stalling sore ankles, you'd think we cause heart attacks. but we'll never tell you we're running from ourselves.

en route by hypnicjerks, literature

the world doesn't need beauty sleep by hypnicjerks, literature

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the world doesn't need beauty sleep

mother earth is pregnant; her curves yawn - molasses stretches of dark, dank night freckled with streetlights sparkling. i yearn to rest in the cradle that the small of her back has become. the roads untangle like veins unto her skin after being held so long in the fist of pre-dawn. drunk in slumber, red-eyed, beautiful - morning will come yet, the small child born in the rafters of catastrophe, aching; but before her date, mother earth shifts in her sleep, love settling in the wing of her hip - exhaustion dilutes her blood, consciousness touches her golden shoulder on his way out the door.

the invisible wounds of war by hypnicjerks, literature

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the invisible wounds of war

home is so different when you're standing behind the wall; i wonder of the people who live/will live in that house now as i stand yonder on the neighbor's yard, my face illuminated in a yellow light. i wonder if they'd listen to my winding stories; the nights i'd scream back at my parents as they screamed at each other - the tornadoes and storms that ripped through the back yard, leaving us untouched but devastating others - the christmas and easter mornings, good times and bad, dreams and heartbreak and so much cigarette smoke staining the walls and my lungs. (we were a good american family with good american values and traditions, we

a conversation by hypnicjerks, literature

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a conversation

i welcome sleep as it is - a long lost friend returning home from battle, arms draped over my shoulders, weeping. i held it close and whispered - as if it were my only friend, being the prince of the sky, asking of why i cling to my possessions like a dog to its territory, why i harbor insane notions about silly things - "we are all barren, stripping the land, looking for love in white-capped waves of our own destruction." i asked why mother nature was pulling me by the roots of my hair, and being as i am, a girl who speaks vague classroom french and stands at the waterside passing small thoughts like stones as the brine and tangling seawe

dives and lazarus by hypnicjerks, literature

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dives and lazarus

the last time i saw you i made sure to keep my dress on, kept my distance as we spoke from across the room, land locked and the air discerning and smelling of vomit " you don't have to be so caustic about this " i am raw, in the least and it became winter in the summer streaked room we bathed in, your mattress bare and sullen stains of hurt and nights with other women, aging in wild abandon, i left. in fear of bearing your surname, i stayed.