trippy
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it would happen to me most
often as a child when
sleeping over my grandparents'
house in the red room,
as my sleeping and waking
minds met, I knew
myself to be elsewhere--
Once upon a time, there was a teenaged girl on a vacation with her sister, mother, and father.
After running out of data and battery, Alice's iPhone needed a charger.
the breeze feels like feathers against my skin
and laughter suffocates me but i can still breath.
two beers
shots shots shots shots shots
dark souls filled to the brim with inebriation
Keep Spinning
Life is a broken Merry Go ‘Round,
Continuously whirling in blurry rotations
Hair wavy ripples
teal tinted aqua
skin supple
hubble bubble nipples
cripples bystanders even when fully sheathed
Sweat drips and drops and plops beneath
the penholder quivers at sweet nostalgia
