He told me about the time he went into the sauna with his necklace on—

“One time I wore my necklace into a sauna and I felt I was almost gonna die when it seared my neck and I couldn’t get it off. I can still feel it when I think about it.”

I thought about metal searing skin, about the scent of burning flesh. I thought about coagulation—about the metal melting deeper and deeper—and I wondered when it would stop, if a necklace could, maybe, if hot enough, could make an imprint on the heart, no, not in the metaphorical way, but I sure don’t care to find out what a burning heart smells like, actually that might be the very first thing I have ever expressed that I have ever expressed that I do not care to find out, so in that case maybe I should care to find out but in that case where does it stop but in that case the thought is absolutely terrifying so I once again do not care to find out.

Then I thought about the previous night when I had both of my hands wrapped around his neck and how that’s a kind of necklace if you squint hard enough, and I asked what if our skin melted together and what if I left an imprint on his heart and although the skin on my hands is likely to burn off by then, maybe the bones can accomplish the task, but only if I am burning from the inside out, you see, that’s the only way my bones could stay hot enough to make in there.

The truth is that I am not quite sure. All I know of my hands around his neck is that I can still feel it when I think about it.

I love when my keys are warm from my pocket

probletry da snapper!

But many of the most important people in writing rn are actually from LA
The most important thing in writing is dialog and people talk more in a traditionally urban environment
However like anon said on here a while ago the peculiar silence of the desert environment is goated when being a poet is the vibe

But many of the most important people in writing rn are actually from LA

The most important thing in writing is dialog and people talk more in a traditionally urban environment

However like anon said on here a while ago the peculiar silence of the desert environment is goated when being a poet is the vibe

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or which i prefer

to full screen, especially when watching YouTube. I need to know what's coming next so there's no fomo and perfect my algorithm, I won't t watch it. The cringe-worthy need to read the top comments 6 seconds in for validation of half-formed thoughts. I need to see at least a slither of my desktop behind the window with 8 tabs in attempts of poetry, essays and I think a fucking screenplay, definitions, open atm, which I'll inevitably exit all when another 10 tabs appear?

I don’t think any of them will be you, but it’s nice to say outloud to my phone. I’m working on having new friends.

or that I don’t see. But I always know and I always see. So why try to hide it? Surely not the spare my feelings. You do not care for me anymore. I look for you in everything still. but I am working on that.

It is all too possible that this meant nothing to you. Does the regeneration of our cells side by side under one duvet mean nothing to you? Muscles regrew. Tissue repaired. Mutual restoration, non exclusive. The romantics of it all. I must diminish myself. I want to be small, and then I want to be nothing.
Listen, when this happens (I'm working on making this happen) I need you to look for me. I have been leaving you clues all along.
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Im killing myself

Cuz u were way too pussy to talk to me
And u would have had to beat it out of me
Before I ever said I was watching u

I want to know when ur around
Even if I feel like a fool
Looking in the mirror in ur room

So many artists work a 9 to 5 make it stop spite

So many good artists work 9-5 it's crazy, chat find solutions for a revolution

Oomfs were sleeping on Spite. Even my irls threatened to spite ME after I created Spite.

But NONE can dampen the CALL of the PEOPLE when they are joined together and amplified by the editorial embrace of a Literary Magazine.

The 𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕤 gathers us into a beam of startling ferocity, and honesty, like light shooting from a glass and illuminating everything in sight...

𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶,
-͓̽-͓̽~͓̽~͓̽𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖗-͓̽-͓̽~͓̽~͓̽