a tired cog in the wheel

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this morning I woke up in a bed you never slept in. my fingers lingered over the empty space beside me. this morning I brushed my teeth with the same toothpaste that made… Continue reading

powder room

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white surfaces flash in fluorescent lighting – this is no opus, heaving on cold bathroom tiles, blood and grain against porcelain, convulsing creature in all its grotesque obloquy: bleary and snotting. four-walled, windowless,… Continue reading

dreams of a dryad

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under the sludge of this depression, I am awake. it’s morning outside but that doesn’t change a thing. tiredness takes me to quiet places. I follow like I’m devout. this forest is new.… Continue reading