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The sight made the world slow down,
and my eyes took snapshots in
rapid-fire succession.
Off the road on the grassy ground
was a mass of black metal,
wrapped around an unmoved pole,
embracing it fatally.
My head became a beehive.
My thoughts were humming loudly-
NO ONE MADE IT OUT ALIVE.
The hot sun was beaming down.
The car cushions were light brown.
Thoughts are strange in moments when
gunshots breed no violins.
A thought had occurred to me:
that death looks like a beer can,
bent and broken, thrown away.
and my eyes took snapshots in
rapid-fire succession.
Off the road on the grassy ground
was a mass of black metal,
wrapped around an unmoved pole,
embracing it fatally.
My head became a beehive.
My thoughts were humming loudly-
NO ONE MADE IT OUT ALIVE.
The hot sun was beaming down.
The car cushions were light brown.
Thoughts are strange in moments when
gunshots breed no violins.
A thought had occurred to me:
that death looks like a beer can,
bent and broken, thrown away.
Literature
leaving
leaving is a can that you
kick around in the street
because it's been a long day
& it makes you feel better.
some days you kick it
harder, longer than others,
& some days there just
aren't enough cans or streets.
but the thing about leaving
is that when the
street lights come on,
you always end up going home.
Literature
lost
hourglasses and umbrellas casually change colour as if it's nothing
you're (in)different
childhood tragedies are buried in the silent soil with solid shovels
you're pathetically in denial
how clouds wave goodbye every day, how memories are loathed
you're a fool for forgetting
Literature
Nineteen stars away from being road kill
The taste of your formaldehyde kiss won’t leave my lungs
No matter how many times I've tried to turn a blind eye
You seem to linger in the crook of my neck
And at the curve of my hips
I don’t know whether to be glad or to cry
At the fact that your fingertips have left deep grooves in my waist
Even though your footsteps
no longer leave imprints on my front yard
Or on the pavement
Rather you lie beneath the earth
Asleep waiting for a kiss that won’t ever wake you up
I think I can hear the stars cry with me sometimes
When I’m left alone on the flaking swing sets in our favourite park
Drunk and alone wearing your old
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Inspired by a crashed car I saw earlier this week.
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This is really vivid and really strong. Car crashes are horrible.