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sab
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falling out of her mouth
running down her face
like drool
like tears
disolving into oil
and salty water
thin black dreams
tight
hard
like bars
tangled like rope
around her head
thin black dreams
choaking her
cloaking her
thin black seams
running around
everything she
saw
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sab
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[number two]
She had thin black dreams
falling out of her mouth
running down her face
like drool
like tears
she was dissolving into oil
and salty water
thin black dreams
tight
hard like bars
tangled around her like rope
like a map
thin black dreams
spiralling
around her head
thin black seams
running around
everything she
saw
she had clouds in her eyes
a streak of white in her secret, not so secret heart
and a handful of words
that were never her own
and a river of thin
black
dreams
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040928
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unhinged
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she paints her face
everyday
hoping to hide
drawing attention of artifice
hoping to hide
knowing that
it was always easier to hide in plain view
what no one wants to confront
painted
salt and water dissolving
black rivers running down
eyes swollen shut
hoping to hide
that she's
still crazy after all these years
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040929
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stork daddy
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she had thin black dreams,
well the sort that trail off
on the telephone
so that you can't really know them.
but in fairness,
she doesn't either.
they're like mascara lines
down a mirror.
they pull your attention to each
single one
until everything has been obscured
without your notice,
without your permission,
the world is coma overtaken.
but what does this really mean?
matter of fact:
an outline:
walking through the day
with her head down.
business, and motherhood
demands eye contact,
but she has nothing to cast out
but blackness,
vacuum.
is it responsible to share
loss?
the only saving grace of these
black dreams
is that they are thin.
you wake up, and they're like stories
your friends tell you
about times when you were drunk
things you said,
that only make slight sense to you.
i guess i always did feel that way
a little about you, or him, or
really it doesn't matter.
thin black dreams,
you're a prophet.
it does you know good
to know a little bit of things to come,
when you've got to live right now.
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040930
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cpgurrl
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thin black dreams
in a narrow line
all around the world
forever:
a procession
of thin black thoughts.
here,
now,
then, now:
little thin black dreams
forever.
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041001
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Piso Mojado
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contrasting her puffy body, puffed ego.
thin black dreams, spider's webs
sticky
deadly
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041010
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sab
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she dreams
of thin black rivulets
secretly running down the walls
of her body
thick black wrongness
creeping down the dark crevases
like mould
she dreams of thin black rivulets
invading her insides
she dreams of thin black rivulets
fading her dreams
away
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iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl
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she had thin black dreams
where the darkness tried to snatch her,
ragged tendrils seeping over chilled flesh
where weighty light was retracted, replaced by feather-heavy dark.
where her mind and soul were ravaged and left tattered, dying.
had thin black dreams
in which she lay shamed and broken
.........
vulnerable with only a thin shield of blood;
pale thighs clothed in startling scarlet, rain trickling over his scent on her skin,
a punishment for her sins
thin black dreams
that once would have terrified her,
but now only increased the numbness.
shadows twining themselves into her consciousness; no escape.
thin dreams.... an ironic release from her paranoid insecurities.
a lesson not to be herself;
a lesson to lie and deceive the world
a model lifestyle to live by.
black dreams
where despair was her only refuge
where life and hope were non-existent,
just pale blurs on a slashed ebony landscape.
the only colour the crimson screams on her limbs,
the only light the flash of the razor blade
the only respite the embracing of hopelessness
dreams
that once used to be filled with 'love';
a myth, a lie in this place
that used to inspire her
that she used to look forward to
that now she dreads
and that in which,
little
by
little
......
she
dies...
with only
darkness;
watching;
encouraging;
silently laughing.
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