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Swing Life AwaySwing life away... Grey skies, grey faces. The coffin goes into the ground. Swing life away... Crack. Crack. The wood creaks as it hits the bottom of the grave. Swing life away... We cry together, like children, our tears staining our cheeks. Swing life away...Swing Life Away
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Good Lord, but that summer was hot. The sun beat down in one hard sheet, smothering even the shade with its suffocating embrace. The flies formed great, grotesque clouds, ready to gobble you up if you didn't have a can of insect repellent on you. We spent most of July and August lying on the river bank
white noiseThe white noise spreads its maddening sound-silhouette through the gently flickering room. But I'm fucked if I can be bothered to switch off the television.white noise
Here I am again, sprawled sideways on the couch, tongue swollen and tasting like an ashtray soaked in vodka. Mouth hanging open like I'm trying to catch moisture out the air to stop me shriveling up.
My name's Grace, and I'm sitting here in my ex's t-shirt because I can't be stuffed to wash some clothes that don't make me cringe. The only other thing he gave me was a black eye, anyway. That didn't go too well with the blue shirt.
The room's a dank
LettersTo SLetters
You never knew, and at least I can laugh about that now.
I never did
kiss you, did I?
Chocolate-wicked eyes
and a bass
voice were all you needed to heart-burst hypnotise me.
No hard feelings,
Just Me.
To C
I'm so sorry. I did love you,
I did. When I leant on your chest and breathed in time
and whispered that in the night;
it was all truth.
If it makes you feel better, six months after goodbye I still cry into my wine-glass and draw red lines
on my h
questioning"All right?"questioning
No, because I can't stop myself from flinching when you kiss my shoulder with what you think is tenderness but is really a slimy tentacle wanting to claim me.
No, because I'm currently having my most intimate moments with a glass of warm white wine and a cigarette, curled up on the windowsill and sobbing to my knees.
No, because I'm rediscovering the crisp pleasure of seeing my ribs through my too-pale skin, my bones grinning over the acid hunger that grumbles beneath.
No, because I'm loosening my hold a little more each time I lean out my window to examine the flies around th
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and, well,when i look at you i think of diamonds and stuttering and hands, but please don't ask me to explain that one.and, well,
you know sometimes i just want to learn about you, want to learn through the way you let your fingers covet your face and the way you speak when your mouth is very wide open, want to learn favorite colors and lucky numbers and inside jokes and secrets plodding around in your skull, twiddling their thumbs, and not because i think it would explain something great about you, like opening up your palm and reading the scratchy notes left there, lines of deceit and perky thumbs, not because i think i could read the naked future
_42we exchanged metaphors like kisses_42
~like-bitter-and-sweet ~like-pattering-feet ~like-love-and-loss
i told her that i loved her she told me i was foolish
~a-happier-place ~a-prettier-face ~a-paper-aeroplane
i said lets fly like moths of nigh she said to me ok.
~a-dong-a-ding ~a-sweet-little-thing ~like-love-and-loss
| Hush, if you know me. I'm self-destructing without a crack pipe, darling. |
dream 
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
stay safe- dont die xxx
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the only thing lady luck gave me was an STI and a death wish.
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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A proud member of *writingclub, #Inked-Page, and #Live-Love-Write
Are you a member of #ProjectComment? Write literature? Send me a note!
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