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saintedmad
saintedmad 08 Nov 2015 Tag: hurt

A swissen

dying cherry blossoms, i am pink inside the fury, promising no, i won't cry, i wont cry just the water coveting your winter vintage even if i hanged my body beautifully, i would bloom unnamed and somnolent as under killing snow. .. i am spent of this lesson beautiful...

saintedmad
saintedmad 29 Apr 2015 Tag: hurt

A single feather suicides

1. black. who is afraid? it is only the sugar soaked dark humming. and if you ever made a mending for the tiny way i pray, speak to the place on my neck; the one you once blessed. i sometimes hold my breath and breasts, remembering. curled at the left side, wet,...

saintedmad
saintedmad 28 Jan 2013 Tag: hurt

A .......................and a.....

how quickly my slippery body dissolves as if any resurrection creates a white swan and the press of feathers is torture. i feel a much smaller woman on a pitchfork. i rise a much weaker girl from self.infliction. this part of the dream, i say, is only suffering in slow...

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