Oscar_Locke

Australia

these are my letters
to myself.

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sometimes i think i shape the words.
sometimes i think they shape me.

Elemental

June 2, 2018

Ash and spirits swill down his throat in increments of solitudes, 
Canine tongue nailed to the edge of the bottle, 
Feet kicking to the radio, 
His head brewing bad attitudes;
Heart 
smoldering, She looks out the window at the birds, 
Wings folded into paper perfection, 
Her voice warbles in her lungs,
And she wishes she could speak the words;
Flightless 
fancies, Old house old rules old people smoking, 
Graves knocked down by adolescent angst,
They clutch the dirt, 
Tossing it to the wind, 
tears choking;
Burying 
memories, Taps still running in the bathroom, 
The wounds stopped bleeding,
A fist-sized lump caused by lump-sized fists,
She or he? sinks into the typhoon;
Still 
shivering.

   

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