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Literature
lifeboat.
was it worth it
when you laid on the floor massaging
muscles worked like taffy
when your eyes melted static down your cheeks
over your tired hands
how I slept on the couch
while the tv muffled stories of 15-year-olds getting shot
stealing milk cartons from the corner store
was it worth it
when we emptied our wallets
of sticky bills pried from tables
the endless chatter of a dinner rush
that background music
emptied our wallets of all
the nights that spun into mornings
as we quietly broke our spines
to build our own liferaft
was it worth it
when I rode the bus home crying
in the dark
showered the grease from my flesh
and saw shattered glass
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90 deviations
Literature
lifeboat.
was it worth it
when you laid on the floor massaging
muscles worked like taffy
when your eyes melted static down your cheeks
over your tired hands
how I slept on the couch
while the tv muffled stories of 15-year-olds getting shot
stealing milk cartons from the corner store
was it worth it
when we emptied our wallets
of sticky bills pried from tables
the endless chatter of a dinner rush
that background music
emptied our wallets of all
the nights that spun into mornings
as we quietly broke our spines
to build our own liferaft
was it worth it
when I rode the bus home crying
in the dark
showered the grease from my flesh
and saw shattered glass
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91 deviations
Literature
lifeboat.
was it worth it
when you laid on the floor massaging
muscles worked like taffy
when your eyes melted static down your cheeks
over your tired hands
how I slept on the couch
while the tv muffled stories of 15-year-olds getting shot
stealing milk cartons from the corner store
was it worth it
when we emptied our wallets
of sticky bills pried from tables
the endless chatter of a dinner rush
that background music
emptied our wallets of all
the nights that spun into mornings
as we quietly broke our spines
to build our own liferaft
was it worth it
when I rode the bus home crying
in the dark
showered the grease from my flesh
and saw shattered glass
Literature
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Photography
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Found Poetry
5 deviations
Literature
jillian
she's eight.
the girl never stops moving,
climbing the tarnished metal
of the jungle gym
wildly, limbs swinging,
eyes alight
with a childhood joy
I shed when I passed
the port of twelve,
thirteen.
she is knotted curls,
long silken hair
with infant-blond ends.
her fingers grab
her doll with the frizzy hair
and painted face,
and she's eager to win
hide-and-seek,
checkers,
Mario Kart.
I am old enough
to recognize
that she will not last this way,
that she will grow,
as all children do.
every time I see her,
she grows a little taller.
she no longer likes Dora,
I've learned,
and I guess she thinks
blowing bubbles
is too babyish now.
one
DDs, DLDs, and Contest Winners
6 deviations
Literature
arrow boy.
nights like tonight
make me believe we're
the only people alive,
that everyone else has vanished
and left us beneath this
massive patchwork sky.
we hold close together
in the dark,
survivors of a silent apocalypse.
even though there are
no souls around to hear us,
we speak in whispers
as if stainless steel words
could raise their ghosts from the dust.
but we are not alone.
I am once again reminded
of how small you and I are,
how insignificant.
we are two grains of sand
slowly sinking through
god's hourglass,
invisible and loose,
quietly drifting
in our own gravity.
the universe is uncomprehendingly
large,
but when I am with you
I carry it
Commissions
1 deviation
Literature
winter brew.
he wrote me a love song
in a teacup.
I drank down the words,
let them warm me up
from the inside out.
Scraps
5 deviations