| all good things are wild and free. |
| he's so wittle. |


nothing. i fear ghosts have settled in my spine.nothing. by ~moon-finder
i feel fingers, whispers
of sensation
as they smooth over the
cracks in my hips
and the bumps along
my back
and they scratch out
the dirt from under my fingernails.
they insist on combing
my hair
and licking along my eyelids.
they grab into the corners of me
find fragments of used-to-be's
and wants
and needs
and fears
and they dust them off
with their sleeves,
find the ones that
catch best in the light
and place them on the
shelves behind my ribs.
i wonder what they do
with all
the
rest.


this is the first thing she smiles and her teeththis is the first thing by ~moon-finder
are an off-shade of the right white
and she has scratches under her arms
in between her thighs the scars have healed
but maybe she'll replace them
ribs unwind themselves
the bones prickle through the surface
and they split everything in half and
it's open
the universe crawls its way in
curls itself into the corners
her fingertips
her elbows
her ankles
if only her knees knocked together in that way that makes music
if only she wouldn't shake
why does everything hurt
one, two, three
four hundred spoonfuls of sugar wouldn't hurt anyone
anyone at all
clear the mascara off your hands
connect the do
| my art. that i do not post enough of. lovely. |
