-Chris


Screenpatchwork backlitScreen
by nature’s rage tepid liquidity
across the lattice of my aluminum cage.
precipitate pain a certain tangibility, tears grow weary,
just as rain, of such redundancy.
slide the pane,
and make apparent my invisibility.


College, an ExcerptThe dim display read 12:45. Raining again, no surprise there. I rolled over and stared unblinkingly at the bare block wall. Never was able to get much sleep here, it always felt just a little too much like a prison. Except most prisons are kept cleaner and their cable, water, and air conditioning are probably more reliable as well.College, an Excerpt
Class in two hours. I'd have to wait at least that long for my roommate to wake up and tell me who the hell I was sharing my spacious twin mattress with.
I rolled back onto my side and was halfway to unconscious


Cocoonninety-nine days, a mere 8,553,600Cocoon
ticks and tocks of a clock.
often left wondering
why summer resolutions seemingly solve all. --yet why complain? perhaps the sun's revolutions merely can and do sustain.
for so long now it seems, a blue pill brought me peace, if but only momentarily. sacrificing in vain, only some may say, but all will be shown at the sea.
two beings encased in this down sheath, left wanting and aching to breathe. another day brings him a single step closer, to final


Icebreakerenter the space, well-lit at first soon to be veiled in blackIcebreaker
admiring tapestry, at delicate pace a simple curve in the back
everything slides into focus as finder finds it's view
turning still from face to face I think of you
[please mind the broken ice as you near the door]


She Chapter OneShe
She rested lightly on the balls of her bare feet, gently caressing the inch-long razor. She ran her fingers delicately along the edge of the sharpened metal, putting off the actual second she would drag it across her skin, releasing the blood that was begging to see the light. For so long she had resisted cutting, knowing that the moment she made the first incision she wouldn’t be able to stop. She gazed blankly at her reflection on the razor. Her eyes were so pained, so sad. Let the feelings bleed out. I will kill them. He
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Bring on the change the pain the happiness the tears just bring it before I lose this passion this mind this perception of my reality.
Was good speaking with you as well. I'd enjoy reuniting sometime in the future, maybe watch our daughters play in a sandbox or something.
Peace
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hello, Philo.
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Bring on the change the pain the happiness the tears just bring it before I lose this passion this mind this perception of my reality.
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hello, Philo.
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hello, Philo.
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