It smells like Fall now,
bonfires and dead leaves.
Beneath my jacket, the skin on my arms bubbles,
trying to fend off the cold.
In a year, I’ll have to know
where I’m going and
I’m already scared.
Fog cuts off the sidewalk in front of me.
Good thing I’m walking.
I want you to be standing on the corner,
right where the sidewalk turns.
I want to navigate together not just because
doing it alone makes my throat close
but because it’s pointless without you.
My feet slap against the pavement.
Too late to turn around.
Phantom fingers from the past pull me
Or they try.
That girl’s gone.
Every year the autumn whisper
whistles over hills and vales,
bringing word of fairy dances
and the fair folk lore and tales.
Never resting, pixie feet will dance until the dawn,
rhythmic stepping, twirling, prancing ever on and on.
“Invite the mortals,” they all jeer
but never make it past a sneer.
You’re the first invited in
and never will you leave again.
Accept your fate. Accept your lot.
You’ll keep dancing til you rot.
Trilling keys of the piano
And spring blooms
Take me to a Victorian garden, a life that’s not
and the brassy sound of a marching band
take me to high school
when marching made me strong.
snow coating everything
take me home
to being little when nothing mattered,
when nothing was real.
And summer brings me to you,
the time we were most separated
and the time I almost lost you.
Sun screen and swim suites and part-time jobs.
And none of it matters without you.
It’s like standing on the train tracks,
the headlights filling your eyes as it bares down on you.
The sound splits to the sides, skipping your
The vibrations shake your foundation.
Too late to jump off the tracks.
It’s like waiting to board the plane,
the sun setting down the runway.
You’re going somewhere you’ve never been,
and you don’t have a return flight.
Or maybe it’s like living normally,
except everything cuts off.
Without warning, you’re sitting in the living room,
and then it’s dark.
There’s no replay of your life,
no time for a final thought.
Just the power button turning off.
Follow all of these directions exactly. No substitutions. No changes.
blood of the enemy
three dead hearts- Disclaimer: These cannot be animal hearts or child hearts. They must vary from the youngest to the oldest person he would cheat on you with. They should all be female hearts if he would be cheating on you with a female.
cigarettes smoked by you and him
his fluids- interpret as you will
Mix it all in an electric mixer.
Add it to a cake mix.
Feed him the cake.
Feed her the cake.
If they don’t get sick, they’re cheating.
DON’T EAT THE CAKE.
Blood trickles up her forehead We flipped.
from the corner of her mouth, along her I think we hit a tree.
nose. There were headlights.
My sister stares back at me, Or was it a deer?
mouth open in a scream Light reflecting back
and eyes unblinking. From the deer’s eyes.
They all start with white wings.
I don’t know what happens
but they never stay white.
Mine faded to an ashy gray by my eighth
I didn’t do anything wrong.
Some of them break.
Sometimes in the
middle of flying.
I guess we pretend we’re innocent,
pretend we’re better,
pretend we’re whole.
My throat constricts.
The heat of the summer was-
Unknown and uncertainty floats-
This isn’t what-
How can I stress over and prepare for something-
Gold eye shadow brings out the green
in her eyes,
drawing my attention from across the room.
The music blasting in my ear cuts
My center of gravity shifts.
And I know.
I’m sorry for your loss.
That’s too formal.
Hey, I know I don’t know you, but I know your best friend just died and I’m sorry.
I sound crazy.
Weaving through the crowd, I try
to get closer to her.
But the weight of her grief squeezestheairfrommylungs.
Two hours and thirty minutes of avoiding her ends
when she taps my shoulder.
Her long, dark hair brushes against me as I turn.
Her eyes are glossy and bloodshot, but she smiles.
And my chest releases.
And the hurt heals to hope.
(To your ex)
I still love you.
Can we at least be friends?
Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of my life.
Actually it wasn’t. You’re a huge douche.
Please, I’ll do anything to get back with you. I can change.
Listen, that friends with benefits thing sounds nice.
I’m dumping your shit on your porch.
Can I have my favorite book back?
Hey, how’s life?
Just thought you should know, I’m dating someone new.
(To your mom)
Stop stalking my dates on Facebook.
Stop trying to control my life.
No, I’m not having kids yet. Stop sending baby clothes.
(To your old best friend)
Saw this and thought of you.
We should get lunch soon.
Why’d we stop hanging out?
(To your crush)
You look nice 😉
Wanna grab dinner sometime?
I’m sorry that I’m so awkward.
Kiss my face.