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  • syncope 6w

    The Clinic

    I keep returning to the clinic with a hope that someday the depression will lift and I can pass on the gift of healing, of hope and a life worth living
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  • syncope 6w

    Sundaze

    Lazy sundays/ I'm streched out like a comfortable cat/so let's forget that Monday is just a dream away
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  • syncope 6w

    A 20 for the laundromat

    Getting high at the laundromat. It's 2am/ a sticky night like pursed lips full of honey. In which pocket is my money? These red cords I've worn for days...should I wash them? They might take to much of me with them down the drain/ a wasted tornado. It takes to much to fold my thoughts neatly into a basket. Instead I'll hide them in the sheets/ roll them deep within the socks/ stuff it all into a trashbag and heave it into a void within the void/ like a bite into a secret piece of extra dark chocolate. It's been years...maybe I'll see you there.
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  • syncope 6w

    Sometimes

    Sometimes I allow myself to recall the cool steadiness of your gaze-the rhythm of your lips-the loose logic of your mind
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  • syncope 7w

    Passing Playlist

    My heart is beating in an empty birdcage/ it slams erratic against the bars. I want out-I want out-I want out of these empty dreams all this bloodletting in the streets/ my detached screams strung up in 600 count sheets/ will it ever be enough? Maybe when i'm outta my mind/ you were ever so kind to shuffle my playlist as I burst free/ a secondhand tragedy of the cheapest kind
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  • syncope 7w

    Cat

    Dexter
    The silhouette
    of your pointed ears
    fills my heart
    with abundant joy


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  • syncope 8w

    Cicada

    The endless chatter
    Of summer nights
    Gives way
    To a love
    That lay dying
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  • syncope 9w

    City Scope

    3am wanderings with an aching in my bones. The city streets are stifled/ engulfed in the surrrender of countless lonely souls. By moonlight I take the gamble. By moonlight I miss my train. To the city center I wander with a hollow-point centered on my brain.
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  • syncope 9w

    A Birthday Wish

    A birthday wish / 20 candles melting begging to be snuffed out. I close my eyes tight. I can feel the heat pressing and the camera like my mind snaps. Like a shutter / snap. I am excessively clothed but wishing for a swimsuit and a kidney shaped pool all to myself. I brush my hand against my cinged eyelashes. Time for last minute gifts and sorry icecream. Picking wax from airbrushed pieces of cake. Inhaling the fears / exhailing the years. Looking across the table at what I might be 20 years from now.
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  • syncope 9w

    Exsanguinate

    I feel everything yet nothing all at once. I am faceless/graceless. I am the spiderweb that grows unnoticed in the corner of your room. I am a parasite in your brain and I WILL kill you. I live off of your hate and love what you loathe. I've invested years in your fears and I sink my hands into every tender spot. Kneeding the knots digging our plots. My soil is useless an emotionless dustbowl/ but I can see you enjoy rolling in it. I fancy kissing you in an authentic way. I contemplate freeing you so I can free me. We can then be two anemic garden gnomes in this weary desolate landscape/ evenly draining the blood out of an opposum on some unexspecting couples porch.
    ©syncope