simmers, splinters
edges of fingertips peel
pick, pick me
grab on to my edges
chip away
at my form until you see
the real me.
a glowing orb of pure
fucking love
weightless, free
from all the baggage of…

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I’m all round face — good morning

swollen eyes, errors, eyelashes stuck

together, mouth, morning breath — sour

could shake loose a tooth, bring a lost tear

to the brim. I’m so wired

fractured nails from picking, scratching

at inside itches. wired wrong,

so many errors, did you dream about…

It was like I knew something was wrong before it all happened but I was too busy being busy to really notice you know like busy with work, driving to work, music too loud to hear my own thoughts, busy with going places to distract myself, to kill time, busy…

i am sitting at the kitchen table

in silence watching water pour from the tap

i should have turned off

and i am wearing clothes that smell

like grease


who’s pets are we

and are we good? loved?

are we well behaved? is the gentle breeze

on an october afternoon god’s version

of a pat on the head?

are we dangerous? do some of us

need to be muzzled

caged, what about the ones with guns?

and the strays

G.M Stone

I finished my first novel, but I can’t let it go.

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