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My heart is a violent thing. I’ve known since I was four. It would pound blood Into my ear when I was trying To sleep. I thought of elephan..

derived from a dream

Please break my bones, And reassemble them. I’ve never been a builder; More visionary than anything else. Please eat my heart, And do use..

A loosely structured villanelle.

You make my brain melt out my ear; A hunk of brie in my oven. Your cold car keys tickle my neck And I wonder Why its so bright when I see you. I&..

My mother, While doing her hair, Asked why I hunch over when I breathe. “Because Mother,” I said, “The weather is changing, A..

I’ve seen you, and your pore less, silky, plum, skin. I’ve never seen you in person. Your miserable glow smeared on my Father’s ch..

I was a thin-skinned Aspen Budding to caress the sun with pear-shaped, leafy fingers. My sisters heard me fall for you, with fervor followed..

Popping, popping in my chest! Not hiccups, nor ribs breaking. Something more extraordinary: Hollow, ragged, bones shreddin..

The sky’s sour pink tint was a projection of Elliot’s mood. Currents rushed in and out over the pairs of feet. All the while a nagging sen..