cinders raze "breathe a word of this & your fingers will crack" her tattooed skull sighed clouding movement with the medicine silver earrings in the snow a larger window made its bed a tattered strip of wool bound together with desire at least two bellies full shards of light her hands leave coal marks making shapes that look like wings leaving flesh to dream of skyline & other half-formed things 080207 ... unhinged the noise my roommate makes when he eats (right outside my bedroom) makes me want to kill him i am chewing on the inside of my cheeks so i don't scream 'could you go away for more than an hour maybe an entire day PLEASE just go the fuck away' and the anger inside me feels like cinders threatening to burst into flames and again yesterday i realized i'm alone because i'm crazy 080207 ... c r 0 w l in the morning, all there was were cinders of the previous night's fire. i scraped them together and threw a damp handful of fat sticks, wet from a light snow on top of them. i bent down upon my knees as if in prayer, and blew the breath of life into it...swish... 080207 ... megan after a fire, the remnants of the night before, canned memories of white-blue flame. all that's left when she decides to break your world in two parts of a whole that won't seem to fit back together. do you believe in an afterlife? do you believe in being something that was once so vibrant and now decides to resign to dust? the cinders are dead. they've always been dead and perhaps you just can't light them again. 080306 ... PeeT she had soot on her cheeks. i told her she could do something way more fulfilling. she had the skill and the will. 130221 ... unhinged your smile is wary now my doubts are lingering my lips haven't touched yours since we had that stupid fight i miss you the way your face crinkles when you laugh the smell of your neck rolling over to get close to you in the morning i feel all alone again 130222 what's it to you? who go blather from