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alexalikeswords : Writing

You Are So Beautiful, You Must Be Dying

You Are So Beautiful, You Must Be Dying

A Poem by alexalikeswords


my heaven a waterfall, melting bars of soap ejaculate filled honeycombs. snot, sliding off your loofah into a navelas bulbous slugs frail creatures ca..
cynophobia ointment

cynophobia ointment

A Poem by alexalikeswords


the dog growling at you is justbody language you haven’t perfectedyet- there are worse things to bethan unlucky; what good narrative has done?me..
revelations / post orgasm /

revelations / post orgasm /

A Poem by alexalikeswords


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regarding the discovery and destruction of identity

regarding the discovery and destruction of identit..

A Poem by alexalikeswords


[inspired by the queer documentary The Celluloid Closet]it’s not dissimilar to acceptance into university; the essays,the above average bestyouc..
a series of pairs

a series of pairs

A Poem by alexalikeswords


a series of pairs the books on the shelf the people they belong to your touch an apology ..
Vibrator Death

Vibrator Death

A Poem by alexalikeswords


My biggest weakness = my Softness. When i NEEDto Come, i picture You looking at me before Wekissed for the first time. i wasn’t sure if Y..
All Love

All Love

A Poem by alexalikeswords


If it were me, I would have burnedmy knees scavenging the library shelvesfor books on forgetting. Potions, alcohol,other men. I would tell youI have b..
Still Life of Our Unraveling

Still Life of Our Unraveling

A Poem by alexalikeswords


When the seasons were turning and you didn’t knowhow to dress. Your breath was hot and the sunwas hiding. Where were you when you restedyour hea..
The Afterlife of the Party

The Afterlife of the Party

A Story by alexalikeswords


The time of night when bad thingsalways happen. Cancelling plans was in vogue.My hair stuck to my cheeks, homesickfor winter. We wore the same outfits..
Memory as Drug

Memory as Drug

A Poem by alexalikeswords


a ghazal about how memory can haunt us

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