Anna Luiica
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The sadness of the ending credits,
rolls between the tongues of your lovers.
My written words,
curl in thick smoke amid the protruding bones of another.
...
For you,
My neglected imposition
Taught young to judge the lines of bodies
Grew without the needs of others.
...
How fast do the hours approach?
With your fingers laced around a foreigner
Clinging to the possibility of rapture.
Do the minutes slip or crawl past the whites of your eyes?
...
In a glance of heat swollen eyes, along the bones of your shoulder
You found the image of his mouth on someone he loved
Moving in sync to the loud rhythms of young bodies aching around you.
You smiled quiet, in recognition.
...
Let me drag memories into your skin
I would push deep, like nails in the soles of your feet.
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A girl with kaleidoscope eyes. 'Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.' - Invisible Monsters. 'Yes we are terrible for each other, and yes, we are a diaster. But tell me your heart doesn't race for a burning building. I'd rather die terrified than live forever' - asofterworld. 'Rose, oh reiner Widerspruch, Lust, Niemandes Schlaf zu sein unter soviel Lidern.' - RMR University of Toronto student. Published Fiction. Contact me at: annaa.simpson@utoronto.ca)
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The Ending Credits
The sadness of the ending credits,
rolls between the tongues of your lovers.
My written words,
curl in thick smoke amid the protruding bones of another.
The taste of vomit
kissed upon chapped lips of men in other figures.
How young the void of hope feels, filling the distance
Orientation creates.
Easy;
this falseness we created, the bed you make
Inked across fragile blue veins
How easy fills the cracks on your tired mouth.
Makes the slow walk of departure desirable, orgasmic
Nothing left but the mirror image of sickness.
A disease dressed in boyish clothes
Have you never walked alone?
Running
amongst the selves, the thinness of your reflection
Nothing to hide but a resistance
Nothing to show for a life lived in motion,
no bruises or former lovers
There was the occasional screaming match in the kitchen
but nothing to record, to curl away from, to sleep the day gone.
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