Nervous Anticipationmy fingers twitch in my lap, itching for a pen toNervous Anticipation
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i want to irritate these people around me. (and i can't help noticing that the walls are too white and my clothes feel too tight, constricting as i sit here, waiting, asphyxiating, sweating with this red anticipation.)
This chair is indifferent to my spine and i wonder when my heart got so big that i could feel each beat reverberating through every cell in my body, pulsing until i feel i must burst. (and the bats in my stomach are frantically searchi
SarcasmSo this is what sarcasm looks like, Putrid yellow of defiled satire Laced with wanton envy and anger: A twitch below an eye above a Scowl masquerading as a smile. You vomit it through thickened lips To obscure your blatant melancholy, Desperately hoping to ravish the Virginity of innocence and coerce the Reciprocation of your disillusionment. You are solitary in your delirium.Sarcasm
anatoliaAgainstA million first lines I’ve left moldering in notebooks, stillborn, silent, flaccid, I’ve betrayed them. I’ve held my tongue against them. I’ve held my breath.Against
I think I might be scratched away like those first lines. Brought low. Reduced. But I can’t tell.
What is it you said? That you hope I don’t get swallowed by the academy? I think I have been already. Swallowed. Spat out. Scratched out.
And yet – these last few days I have let myself dream of a time when may
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<Be Careful What You Wish For>
<FR3E2F1Y - GroundZER0>
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> Game Over?
> Continue?
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mimesis, the poetry journal
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Adam
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