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There are a lot of things they don’t tell you in school. Like when you wake up and the curtains are grey and the walls are closing in. And your eyes slowly open and it’s cold everywhere and it feels ok for a moment, and then you remember everything and the curtains bleed at the edges and you start falling again. They don’t tell you that in order to get out of bed you have to not only have legs but also the will. They don’t tell you that life costs your breath and your mattress and your pills and that most of us are too fucking poor to afford it. Dirt poor. Black bus stop poor. The lamps are out and the light is down th

We found her in the bed Her blankets like a nest Blue eyes boiling over Listening to silence Scratches on her legs We found her in the bathtub Her hair burnt by the toaster Stale bread was eaten By the foul pigeons she had Hid We found her in the soil Grimy black her only friend Heavy with the ghosts that helped her fall to her death We found her in the flowers Grey sweaters cloaked on petals Lifted by our memory Drifting on a violet breeze A whisper not to be forgotten

Cold fingers Grasp steering wheels We don’t see the road, only the rain And we speed, over the limit Sweeping the broken parts of ourselves Trying to piece them back into glass Before it’s too late Footsteps and murmurs Bound across street signs And they rise and they fall But never leave us because we are always awake So we speed Nowhere Because we have broken time Rewinding moments in order to forget Casting away the wolves that are always hunting us Spinning them into darkness On the side of the highway And we know they’ll return Paws beating frozen ground Slinking back into our shadows But still We speed Gripping th

Sleepy eyed girl Two hollows in her face Sunken, Ocean deep She is a grey cloud Taking others worries Turning them white While she sinks lower Sleepy eyed girl With her worn flannel sleeves, That hang over her wrists Hiding her sorrow Bowing and receding Into blankets of winter Sleepy eyed girl Nesting deeper into hills Losing herself faster With each breath Slipping The secret is, She is always sleeping