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we hang lights and drink to feel okay, still this weather makes me cold to you. you just settle for so little light, as if it's your fault the days are too short to stretch out in, to be happy in, as if the sentence fits the crime as if we lived the dream, it… Continue reading Leaves settle for decay
melissa suarez I've only ever sat on roofs with boys I never kissed, never dated, never said the things we might've felt in the air up there, just nice kids sitting on roofs, looking at night skies, growing up together. I think we talked about music, maybe you had a drink, when I look right… Continue reading June
In my deepest dreams I find my way back to the old house, before it was destroyed and restored, when at night it was surrounded by dark woods and the sounds of night creatures and pond frogs, and a train in the distance; I slept there then and I do again. And again. It's sticky… Continue reading House of Honey
Our God, (the one in heaven) my name is sacred, too. kingdoms come and kingdoms go; the Wills are always getting contested, so our bread goes to the birds who legally cannot trespass at all, anywhere. anyway, I forget the rest but I remember hearing you slept when your friends were afraid and then they… Continue reading the prayer
Grief doesn't kill us. (though of course it should) It hurts just enough to shatter a human heart, but not enough to stop its beating, while the things that actually kill a person wouldn't be worth mentioning, otherwise. How stupidly like milk we are, to just expire when some date arrives. melissa suarez
In spite of every single thing, Leaves are down for the count. Another sunset outlines each skeletal silhouette- the light fades to match the bodies. And all my world is in its own shadow again. We're clear and static and cold and quick to bite, and still- Time flows along under sheets of ice. melissa… Continue reading winter (again)
The darkest place I've ever been was the center of your love for me. Eventually my eyes adjusted so I could see such white washed walls, tall windows pointing to a steeple pointing to a god who gripped you with a fear you gripped me with, too. I thought I knew more than I did,… Continue reading The stars, a light.
White hot sunbright falls so heavy, I melt into my own gravity as liquid; I am the same energy I was as a child and as a star and everything along the way. There is so much of me. When I melt I meet more of her, sit quietly because she does not know me:… Continue reading summertime
was misting over spring green when we compared notes- both lost our souls at 33 this deity and me they say the first third is always the hardest thereafter the sun usually comes out in time for a beautiful set melissa suarez
There is no list of things I outgrew. But a detailed list of suspects exists: Hard Questions with absolutely no defense against all my simple, certain answers. It's my fault; I did it and then I blamed them. And then I framed and reframed them to fit next to the box of too-small clothes under… Continue reading Things You Outgrew
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