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we all play the xylo-bone in this closet, Barbara

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My S..

It’s time to wake up the skeletons sleeping in your closetYou’re all free cigarettes and secondhand beersTo mask your bleary eyesI know yo..

compassion fatigue

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My S..

I feel splitlike a log, and lifewields the axe.One half happilywarms the hands ofthe cold andlonely huddled aroundThe other threatensto catcha spark a..

when old flames should have been spat on the first..

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My S..

I never wantedto be a solid matterrather stay a wisp of smokedrift on inwhisper encouragement,“we made it out alive”fade away againNo trou..

Hoofbeats, heartbeats

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My S..

3 a.m. streets lit by headlights, ghosts of memories reaching out, the sweet sadness of nostalgia screaming out -the fight that happened around this b..

Surfacing

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My S..

I am beach sweaty and sleepy sadHeavy heart full of tender thingsBody bursting with nerve endingsI am sun dizzy and lit like a matchTugged under by th..

Late Nights + Lizard Brains

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My S..

My left hand pulses from a late night bleach submersionskin pulled taut like cling wrap on someone’s forgotten leftoversI woke up with a stalled..

DSM V

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My S..

“Not doing” is not enough.It doesn’t reflect the turmoil raging withinDoesn’t mirror the cracked ribsshredded lungs like vinta..

Self Made

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My S..

Again and again.Always missing GhostsTime is a thiefAnd Nostalgia is a dirty liar,But these memories, so sanguine sweetLike honey at the center of a s..

rewound

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My S..

there is a sadnessthat seeps and stingsset upon my bonesan infection in the marrowof my self perceptionan exhaustionthat snakes it’s waythat bin..

12.4.15

A Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My S..

‘We hum because we evolved from insects’but my vibration is a pitch all its’ own.-Like the fake tooth that doesn’t glow under ..