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This poem is not about death.....

Every Summer we come here, To wander along the shore, Inhale the fragrance of decay, And enjoy the feeling of slowly dying A..

My alter ego looks a lot like me. That’s because I ate her. I did it out of pity, and because I couldn’t stand her ignora..

When I first saw the yarn I thought it was safe. It was the color of blue jeans after a long summer’s use. I never wore jeans. ..

I can feel them pull me down, Dragging at my skin with their dead weight; A thousand tiny corpses smothering my living flesh. I sc..

This poem is about chickens.

There are pale green leaves on the Japanese Magnolia, Irreverent leaves that know nothing of the pain that came before them. They dri..

He named all creatures, Or almost all. And like a good woman should, She adopted what was left. The long-legged one wi..

Five, Six, Seven, Eight And hold. The carved ice sculpture, shrouded by night Her crystal muscles tense Her slender corpse ..

I’ve always hated those girls Who curse their freckles and call them ugly; I love mine. They make me feel wild and beautifu..