I.
"Oops," he said
as he dropped
my heart
II.
I'm still the same height
as I was when I was thirteen.
I haven't grown
at all
III.
I guess, in the end,
coins talk, but
stars never make a sound
IV.
I leaned in close
to kiss death and tell him
that I would be waiting,
but the closer I got
the more I wanted to live
V.
If you tell me
that you love me,
I'll tell you
three words back:
"You are wrong."
VI.
If you use this equation
you can solve that problem,
but real life doesn't
always have a solution
VII.
Monsters are hiding
underneath my bed
because they're deathly afraid
of seeing my face
this is really short for 'i need reading glasses' by saevuswinds, literature
Literature
this is really short for 'i need reading glasses'
my eyes have the heart
of my mother.
dark circles highlight
grayish blue irises
which spasm and
blur the world.
i have been thinking
far too much
and far too l o n g.
Her toes caress the soil as she walks, seeping deep inside the mush like earthworms.
"I don't understand," she says to no one but the trees- or rather, who they miss, "why you love red so much." Her hands stimulate the bark as she rubs it, smooth and teeming with life. Petals pirouette on the breeze and decorate her dark hair. "It is, after all, a very harsh color," she continues. "Stagnant. Most people think of blood when they think of it."
Halting amidst the array of swishing leaves and fruits, a gray stone glares at her from the floor. "Mockery," she snickers, pointing a finger at it. "Must you do it even in death?"
She sighs, turning aw