ank steak margaret reynolds

I saw you today and froze, Our memories ooding back, From that little box inside my heart I’d shoved them all into, You, One of my rst friends, Who I loved, You who invited me into your life, We played silly games and pretended to be people we weren’t, But it was ok because we had each other, I watched my rst scary movie with you, Wrote those stories, Danced, laughed, cried, We had those stupid ghts about nothing, And were always there for each other, Even when you had more friends than me, Were prettier than me, Cooler than me, You stuck by my side, You were my sister, And we were the best of friends, And then, like all good things, It ended, Not in one fell swoop, Or the fast ripping of a band-aid that makes it hurt less because at least it’s over, No, It was the slow dri ing apart, e subtleties, e quiet notes, And I noticed, but didn’t say anything, Because I really thought, You’d be better o without me, Some stupid, insecure part of me decided I was going to let you go, So I stu ed my childhood memories, Memories of you, Deep down and shut it out, And that summer, we just stopped, Our texts dried up, ose ridiculous school emails had stopped a long time ago, but this hurt more, You hung out with your other friends and I hung out with mine, And then it was over, It was so nal, Forever, And maybe I’m being dramatic, Maybe you didn’t feel the same way, But those years of friendship will always mean something to me, If I’d never tried ank steak, who would I be today?

Oh God, I think I’ve died

My mind is spinning

An ache in my stomach

A er all I’ve done.

A er what I’ve been through Really?

I did all you asked I was happy I promise. I found love. A purpose

I had dreams

No, I have dreams

I’ve not gone yet e noise bounces back to me

I will ght.

I can hear you

But can I hear You?

I spin in circles

Is it just me?

Do you want to be found

I walk round and round

Where did you go?

How did I become so lost?

All I can hear is your echo.

goodbye angel // grace roche

When tears of righteous fury seep from my eyes

And trace the hard lines of my face in agonizing stokes

You take your burning hand (burning white hot with crushing truth)

And TEAR my chest apart, cracking my ribs, pulling my skin, My white hot blood full of truths and lies drip down your hands, covering your arms down to the elbows like a second skin

And I watch as my blood turns you, your arm, your soul, g o l d e n

As the sun hits my blood, boiling and breaking me

Ichor pours from my eyes, my ears, my mouth, my every gap, tear, leak in this lousy body of mine

And as the heat melts the wax in my bones and my frame comes apart, feathers and blood and tears I SCREAM–(i scream).

I crack and creak and as I fall apart your eyes meet mine, two eyes, three eyes, one thousand eyes, staring into me into my heart into my soul and I feel a part of me swell and burn bright white hot righteous fury- I try to scream but my mouth is no more.

I try to cry, but my eyes are no more.

I try to reach out, for help, for you, for anyone. But my hands are no more.

And as my body crumbles to dust (for that is all I am, all I was, and all I shall return to) e air feels really weird.

My soul burns bright bright BRIGHT and my very being, my every ber of existence, WEEP, weep for you my dear: for you are all that is le of me.

First we were all coughing. Now no one is. He’s teaching, but no one is listening.

My lungs burn but he says it’s ok He says they’ll come for us

Listen to the lesson

My head droops as I ght to keep my eyes

I rest my chin on my st, Elbow on the table, arm pointed towards the sky

Apparently I’m only Eloquent when high is poem is strange