dry lipsspit dripping slowlydry lips by ~XRippedJeansX
one, two.
lie back against the cold,
hard tiles.
and sleep again.
mouth burning
and stomach complaining loudly.
my eyes
they burn at the screen
still i stare
tap-typing away
murals of thin people
painted on my inner eyelids.
and for the first time in five moths
the waterworks choke
groan
and sputter to a start
and squeak
crack
and shudder to a pause.
i will try to fix yousnaps from jigsaw puzzlesi will try to fix you by ~XRippedJeansX
the pieces correct
the corners
the edges
a sky section
some grass
and a few unruly horses
whirring screws spinning in place
the circumference round enough
one here
another there
a nail and a hammer
bookshelves never looked better
make up covering a stunning truth
the foundation light enough
eyes lined
and shadowed
lips glossed
cheeks blushed
chemicals hiding a knockout smile
a boy in a scarf waiting for the bus
he shivers and shies from the wind
tear tracks down his cheeks
backpack by his feet
a fake smile contradicting the belt's imprint
bruised around his neck
the puzzle pieces carved into his side
scarred away
Let me stay homeListen to itLet me stay home by ~XRippedJeansX
LOUD.
Maybe you'll
feel again.
Pretend it's a
distraction.
Make believe
it makes you
feel better.
To feel better,
though,
you'd have to be
able to feel.
Maybe tomorrow
it'll kick in.
Another year of
arguments,
held back tears,
screaming,
scars
and
fucking skirts.
idon'twanttogotoback
Somniphobiadark shadowsSomniphobia by ~XRippedJeansX
haunting
the corners.
'close your eyes.'
'go to sleep.'
brush
away the
whispers.
eyes
fixated on
the bright
screen.
'just a minute.'
'i'll head to bed soon.'
sleep
is for
the weak.
no rest
for
the wicked.
and you're
as naughty
as they
come.
'one more page.'
'one more song.'
one more night?
Las Vegas SyndromeLas Vegas Syndrome by ~Alec4U
Las Vegas Syndrome
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Alec Maynard
They named the pill Las Vegas, after the new city that never sleeps, despite originating from a Chinese replica developed in New Jersey. Aaron Knight’s grandfather, George Knight Senior, often spoke fondly of a time when LV’s were optional, when people would waste hours every day lying in bed doing nothing. Aaron considered him a Dozer, a pervert. We often excuse the elderly for their eccentricities but Aaron always found it difficult to understand and forgive his grandfather’s obsession with sleeping. George Knight Senior was the last of Aaron’s grandparents, only
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