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for ganymede

maybe it’s because mercury’s in retrograde & my intuition’s all feminine moon, low and slicked up like fine-tune g-strings but like, R U fucking with me or do you wanna fuck me? we are air, washing and beating over river rocks, impassive, gentle ides, impassioned slides, distant tides. or that’s pisces. i don’t know. i don’t know who i am— i think i and my marchborn scientist sister were switched at birth like some greek potter myth. some mirth, some ilk, whoever laps up pages of celestial bodies instead of mother’s milk. water-bearer, aquiline—fair, crooked jaw, moonbeam hair, sli

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160 deviations
Literature

for ganymede

maybe it’s because mercury’s in retrograde & my intuition’s all feminine moon, low and slicked up like fine-tune g-strings but like, R U fucking with me or do you wanna fuck me? we are air, washing and beating over river rocks, impassive, gentle ides, impassioned slides, distant tides. or that’s pisces. i don’t know. i don’t know who i am— i think i and my marchborn scientist sister were switched at birth like some greek potter myth. some mirth, some ilk, whoever laps up pages of celestial bodies instead of mother’s milk. water-bearer, aquiline—fair, crooked jaw, moonbeam hair, sli

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you are a study in literal literaries

'what a fool i was!' (the fool said i) 'this stain will not come out with time or tallow, soap or lye.' your devilheaded arrogance and your thin skin made me cry. but faithfully i followed catching bits out of the rye. we two were lovely artists and a portrait made our pair. if your sharpboned face and cuffs of lace were painted, i was there. but your immortality was flawed your skin sank---loose, unfurled. the charm you showed had turned to harm (you promised me the world.) you were the gatsby to my nick and the holmes to my john, but your antics made me sick. and your faithful friend is gone.

rhyme

13 deviations
Literature

i'll play mother

she totters in late most nights eyes heavy with the drink, spilling wine-tears, whining about working, shucking her coat like a husk, slopping her body across the couch and her hand across my face. smeared with dark makeup and mascara and ash, blackened tips of her fingers, hiding a chipped manicure with whisps of smoke, purse dead empty and flopping brokenly at her side as would a twisted wing. my sister is smart. my sister, born intelligent, rarely studies, her pudding-puddle body crouching in corners, huddled to the heat of a computer. genius-level IQ and yet can't lift a finger to work for herself. dishes pile up.

reason

11 deviations
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all right

i'm all right never wrong, never left for a girl with a song in her long, pretty neck

rythym

4 deviations