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fragmental
fragmental
naivete has always played a funny role shifting from blessing to curse, for the better or for the worse existing on her own selfish terms
phantasmagothica
Apr 25, 2019
ferris
ferris
got into my seat, took on the highs and lows
phantasmagothica
Apr 17, 2019
thanatos
thanatos
moribund
phantasmagothica
Apr 7, 2019
ring a ring o’ rosies
ring a ring o’ rosies
the shoulders are the dampest,
phantasmagothica
Apr 5, 2019
undertaking
undertaking
I never wanted to write bitterly about you.
phantasmagothica
Apr 4, 2019
chiaroscuro
chiaroscuro
I once dreamt that there were nails in my forearms,
phantasmagothica
Apr 3, 2019
will-o’-the-wisp
will-o’-the-wisp
when you agonized over bed sheets and bedpans,
phantasmagothica
Apr 2, 2019
propriety and obsequy
propriety and obsequy
I always walk into social settings not knowing the right way to smile.
phantasmagothica
Apr 1, 2019
grenadine
grenadine
you drink from your tall glasses, a toast to lives you barely touched.
phantasmagothica
Mar 14, 2019
fever dream
fever dream
“If you’ll make me up, I’ll make you.” — Virginia Woolf
phantasmagothica
Jan 5, 2019
collapsing
collapsing
phantasmagothica
Oct 10, 2018
trouble inside my skin
trouble inside my skin
the people around me,
phantasmagothica
Mar 21, 2017
ruin
ruin
this is my introduction to something i never wanted to make up
phantasmagothica
Feb 14, 2017
confabulation
confabulation
for rosetta
phantasmagothica
Dec 7, 2016
gaslighting
gaslighting
lately, my answer to anything just seems to be
phantasmagothica
Sep 11, 2016
black dream
black dream
the skies have poured out their blue
phantasmagothica
Jun 21, 2016
the air around me still feels like a cage
the air around me still feels like a cage
It’s been three years, and I can’t fall asleep without a little help.
phantasmagothica
Jun 2, 2016
chalk
chalk
The summer seventh, with hopscotch lines scratched into the sidewalks, with sweet lime candies, with screeching swings. You were sunlight…
phantasmagothica
May 28, 2016
what if this storm ends?
what if this storm ends?
all my infinite rolls of endless, extravagant poetry imploded into hollow verses when i met you.
phantasmagothica
May 25, 2016
Black Satin, Black Lace
Black Satin, Black Lace
The first time we met was when she discovered me under the bridge she escaped to when the voices in her head were too loud. There was a…
phantasmagothica
Feb 29, 2016
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