• Hannah Flowers

you are the insatiable burning in my ribcage the sharp breath in and the shaky exhale you are the itch in the middle of my shoulders i can not reach far back enough to scratch you are the pollen that falls from the trees incredibly beautiful, then again suffocating you are the late night, dreary-eyed sadness the weary, unrequited lust for relief you are the book i left unfinished just as hard to write as you are to read you are two thousand miles and a cab and a flight of stairs and i am far too fatigued and i know exactly what you are though you know nothing of me

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the celebration

there's no celebration without mourning, and vice versa. but it feels wrong, surrounded by cheer to hold back my tears. i'll serve the cake and all, laugh together, then retreat. it is my pain to bear

With Current.

sixteen hours never felt so long but eight flow by like a breeze we said we'll wait and see where the wind carries but you know where i'll be, anywhere but home if you're not beside me. i wish i were

MissingNo.

an unexpected error in my programming an oversight, a glitch in my system a skip in my heartbeat unaccounted for, verily i built myself from the ground up structured so carefully, strong to withstand