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he liked to listen to opera in
Speedos, attempted to model his
singing off bjork's and dreamed about
blowing up spaceships.
she liked to listen to punk rock
while rehearsing lines for
Shakespeare and dreamed of robbing
a Swiss bank for street cred.
they met by accident at the French-
Canadian circus; he asked her
if love in space was the same as love
under water, and she said only dolphins
know. the world ceased being their
playground, wasting days staring
into each other's irises, forgetting
how to breathe each time.
he called her his African swan
and she called him the queer
beast who stole her heart.
their dreams took a backseat
with "the-now" pulling them along
by the collar. they both had dreams
of falling every night til the wedding
day and spoke none of their fears.
twenty-five years of button up
shirt meetings, typical news reel
footage and following the great
American TV drama found them
sprawled out on floors asking,
this life, this life. now what? this
life. a bullfrog hopped on their window,
croaked, and they both sighed, said,
oh. is that all? the bullfrog croaked again.
oh, that's all. that’s all.
Speedos, attempted to model his
singing off bjork's and dreamed about
blowing up spaceships.
she liked to listen to punk rock
while rehearsing lines for
Shakespeare and dreamed of robbing
a Swiss bank for street cred.
they met by accident at the French-
Canadian circus; he asked her
if love in space was the same as love
under water, and she said only dolphins
know. the world ceased being their
playground, wasting days staring
into each other's irises, forgetting
how to breathe each time.
he called her his African swan
and she called him the queer
beast who stole her heart.
their dreams took a backseat
with "the-now" pulling them along
by the collar. they both had dreams
of falling every night til the wedding
day and spoke none of their fears.
twenty-five years of button up
shirt meetings, typical news reel
footage and following the great
American TV drama found them
sprawled out on floors asking,
this life, this life. now what? this
life. a bullfrog hopped on their window,
croaked, and they both sighed, said,
oh. is that all? the bullfrog croaked again.
oh, that's all. that’s all.
Literature
Slit Wrists
I Slit My Wrists My Neighbour Said,
Cause I Just Want To Die.
I Slit Them The Wrong Way He Said,
So I Am Still Alive
Literature
anxiety
shaking
quaking
twitching
itching
scratching
never relaxing
never the chance to breathe in and
out the door
hit the floor
running
to a destination unknown
known to be out of reach
but still reaching for greatness
when greatness only slips
through
my
fingers
fingers that tap the table
rhythmically
sending my body
into an uncontrolled dance
of shaking
quaking
twitching
itching
scratching
never relaxing
never time to stop
my mind racing
leaving my mouth chasing
words never spoken
am I broken
on a level unknown
or is it known
but not shown
to the world
instead curled
inside my head
making
Literature
Relapse: A Life With Anorexia
"Rush her to the ER!"
The doctors screamed at the nurses as they struggled with attaching the convulsing girl to the stretcher and rolling her through the well-lit hallways of the hospital. The white tile raced beneath the wheels and the grey paneling on the walls flew by as the ER crew sped down the path, desperate to get the girl into the emergency room. There was a nurse constantly screaming out her stats as they fell lower with each passing second.
The team rolled into the room and placed a cup over her mouth.
"She's in cardiac arrest, doctor, we have to move fast!"
The nurse kept screaming, her shrill voice r
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~the emptiness was still there, dreams pushed aside for nothing~
Live your dream, please.
Live your dream, please.
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I like the little details you add in.