Claire nc Castachino

one thousand stinging spines
creeping upward from inside
crawling along my spinal cord
up the small of my back
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break of dawn
sun breaking through black
a sincere breakthrough
break it off
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sitting bare - foot
cross legged in the grass
ripped up blue jeans
boyfriend's t - shirt
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black-white
solids or stripes?
yellow and chocolate; white chocolate
dappled not gray
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friendship; ; in the form of
d e c e p t i o n
clinging to reality...
or lack there of;
...

your narcolepsy...
one last photograph
lucid eyes...memories
faded sharpie says it all;
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i thought if my screams were loud enough
you'd rescue me
but you were deaf to the sound of my voice
your own earpiercing lullaby
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words fresh from the heart
that i keep in a locket
around my neck
[my noose]
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my beloved
you wait with bated breath
for a smile upon my lips
your frantic eyes a pleuthora of colors
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you call me babe
you hold my hand
but i'm not sure i understand
how you can feel the way you do
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like pins and needles penetrating all over
voices of the day running rampid in my head
drowning out the music in the background
open windows
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i try to write a poem
but nothing comes to my head
all of my thoughts
my ideas are all dead
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Fifteen years
Fifteen years of moments
Fifteen years of memories
Fifteen years of heart beats
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feeling of words tangeled on my tongue
when i really don't know what to say to make this better
a reasonable facsimile of
what i think happiness is -
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i've never felt like this -
never dealt with this...
and i only wish
that you could taste... my... fist
...