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11:45 pm

how do I cross the chasm? the distance in your gaze is a dense fog and I am lost in the echoes of my calls to you answer the phone place me against your ear place me against you, close as you dare to be to anyone be to me caught up and out of breath white flag, knotted jaw do not worry, beloved you have nothing to lose but I have you

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236 deviations
Literature

11:45 pm

how do I cross the chasm? the distance in your gaze is a dense fog and I am lost in the echoes of my calls to you answer the phone place me against your ear place me against you, close as you dare to be to anyone be to me caught up and out of breath white flag, knotted jaw do not worry, beloved you have nothing to lose but I have you

Featured

163 deviations
Literature

Goodnight Enigmatic Song

She was the song you hear and, at first blush, don't like. Well, you don't know how you feel about it so you keep listening in an attempt to discover how exactly you feel and then you reach the end of the song and you realize, you don't like it; you love it. That was Grace. She was my coworker and she was my friend. We carpooled together, I drove and she slept most of the way. "Don't get much sleep at night, do you?" I asked her, catching those drooping lids mid-descent. "Insomnia, love." She looked out the window streaked with rain; it spoke in percussive touches filling the car with quiet overcast conversation. I felt the warmth of

DLDs and DD

5 deviations
Literature

the newness of a night spent sleepless

the countryside is outside her bedroom the lean curved slice is her nocturnal god the candlesticks kneel slow she reached this place in a panic and is catching her breath in the yawn of the wind in the rustle of brush full of life beginning again

Poetry

281 deviations
Literature

my 3 am

She haunts me. Floats through the walls I've built over the years as quiet and loud as a chill. Sometimes I fall asleep thinking about how it used to be between us. There is an ache so deep it rivals the sea and space. I am the deep diver; I have entered the submarine and am immersed in an inky sad sweetness. She is there and she isn't reaching for me but she is going away from me, sighing through the maze of sulcae and seaweed. She is still alive. We will talk from time to time. In the in-between I will have cast an amnesic spell upon myself; torn the diving suit to shreds and tanked the submarine but she will call upon me, awakening memori

prose prosetry

15 deviations
Literature

I am Sean (Trigger Warning)

Last autumn, I murdered a girl named Summer. Summer looked just like the sound of her name: the hum of a firefly harmonizing with the quiet growl of a motorcycle riding into a star-drenched night. She had a glow from the inside right out and an irresistible bite. A senior in high school, Summer had her sights on Yale, hell, she had the plane ticket and the acceptance letter snuggled in the shoulder bag she carried everywhere. Her best friend, Danielle, made it for her 17th birthday. Despite her party being the biggest of the year, Danielle found a secluded enough place to tearfully give her best friend the gift. It was a quilted piece. Dani

short stories

37 deviations
Literature

a portrait of covert affairs

I hold your hand in a field -- midday, our skirts long and full and cumbersome. we're far from the male gaze. our skin is warm from the heat of the day or maybe our closeness -- my breath melding with your breath in a curious, invisible dance. you look away, cheeks blooming but I know this is a voluntary pause to keep from being overwhelmed and I grasp your chin to turn your face to love, finally, to kiss, finally, to live.

NaPoWriMo 2020

13 deviations
Unedited Gravity XXII

Unedited Gravity

22 deviations
Literature

Impression VI

as contrails in a clear blue eye, she streaked across his vision, a wisp, a-wanna-be summer cloud deep as the ocean but fleeting fast in the wide open unreachable

Impressions

4 deviations
Literature

cloudy head

the static of a rain-filled sunday keeps bodies still in the middle of windows and there is a shadow lost in thought how I should have told her how in love with her I am or was and the way it burns me up inside that those words are still in my gut and how in a panic I get about whether I should just be out with it or let the ulceration continue to the depth of what little I have left the sky manages to change the channel to overcast and we all go about our day as before the downpour and all the impulses that whimpered, cold and wet, slip into sleep and she is forgotten once more leaving an echo of her voice in a poem, always in poetry whe

misc.

10 deviations
let me keep this memory. just this one.

Drawings

30 deviations
damn, I love you

photos

25 deviations
Literature

says a body

I'll take the piss as rain catch the hook like a suicidal fish in the jaw bite it rip flesh for it hard to suture tough skin so let the edges rot thin it's what I'm made for dummy in the car to take the hit to measure the speed to feet to concrete beat for beat bleed for bleed their bottomline is my flatline and they're losing me close my eyes it's the least you could do don't bury me burn me it's what you're good for

NaPo 2017

13 deviations
Oct 3

Inktober 2017

2 deviations