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I miss
Your cherry red lipstick
The sweet taste of wine on your tongue
And how we fucked with our socks on

Time Lapse

That space
in between
your words
and touch
is where
I falter.

Poetry

vacant.


do not build homes

for people in

your heart,

all you get is a

neighborhood

full

of empty houses

Cory Clark

Day to Day Poetry # 58

There’s a constant stream
of self-blaming
and automatic learned helplessness
that nips at me relentlessly.
Some days it’s tolerable,
and some days
it swallows me whole. 52 more words

Poetry

What Is

Do not taint
what is with
thoughts of
what might be—

Stop and bask
in the beauty
of what is now.

Poetry

His Touch

A million
pings of
electric
heat
ricochet
through
every
nerve
ending
of my
body—

all at
once.

Poetry

crowded.

most people are lucky-
comfortable.
their stomachs restful and unknotted.
while, i
am filled from foot to head with
pressure
from all of the thoughts and feelings… 7 more words

Empty On The Inside Parts