She whispers secrets in my ears, about her lovers and her sadness
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When I need to, I hide in the depths of blankets and in deep thoughts of living in a forest with you in a small wood house.
The last thing I saw — Mother, torch in hand, racing back home at the…
“They’d cancel their Saturday nights, make every hour 8 a.m. Sunday, when together is unthinking.”
“remember habbo hotel giggling / a room of 13-year-olds pretending / they’re just one & a little older”
“Her smile teases you to come forward and take her crown; she knows all the rules to the game and you’ve only figured out one.”
“We fasten to the architecture / like a file that’s been saved. / We’re sure that we’re saved.”
“I call for help, and no one hears me except those monsters under my bed.”
“It’s no mystery that we are being tamed and depressed, / obsessed with the disbeliefs of becoming kings and queens.”
