Imma-Duck

to an education that inspires me to write in the dark- you terrify me. you teach wisdom- i have none. i spurn companionship for flattery, a misfit dragon hoarding fool's gold and plastic compliments, craving synthetic sweet talk. you preach justice, and i wallow in justification of my excuses, sacrificing truth to craft perfection by veiling my weakness in a false, flickering image of meekness, poverty, and submission. i have forgotten how to rail. if there were a gavel to silence the clamoring of my self-acquittals, i would be far too weak to sound it. i am too tremulous, too soft and unassuming to stand. you demand a straight bac

PROLOGUE The woman coughed as she fled the ruins with a baby on her back. The baby was crying, but she didn't have time to stop and comfort it. Hopefully the baby would remember nothing of the destruction that tore her family from her. As the old woman ran, she whispered a spell, the baby became quiet showing the spell had done its job. She whispered another and pressed her hand to the baby's chest. She gasped as the energy left her to feed the protection spell on the baby, she staggered to the side a little and kept running, the urge to get the baby to safety almost overwhelming. She found a depilated apartment building that emanated protec

and thank goodness we wear paths to our chosen art forms while we're still young- reaching adulthood means carving ruts for ourselves under the rickety wagon spokes of convention and packing them flat, painstakingly, soiling the soles of our wonder-washed feet.

the day condenses:  an hour passes  in three heartbeats.  it is  later in the evening.  it is  dark out and the sun  is up,  the cars are tilting,  my life  sounds like a heroin needle  filling,  my blood finding  leftover opioid to swirl with,  fly  with, dust motes  settling and crying  their light-refraction  tears  all over  the colour spectrum.  drunk men and women  say they miss me. none  so eloquent as you.  breathe in me. darling  i'm ending it all.  suspending me up is  y

I'm on an island of everything I see If there's anything else, it's beyond me

And the words just came out followed like war, and and and she stood for sunshine and grass and the alcoholic asphalt covered in slime, and she didn't even breathe out loud, behind closed-hands her pen curves to the left and her hearts form 'I's she had a cute sister she didn't have a sister she skips heartbeats to feel alive she has knuckles jutting down her spine feel freedom and free feelings she always said gasoline was free, too and and and and now she stands in bars and clinging clothes and nausea clings to her insides eats her out, glides in like he glides out and she still reaches for her hangover she still fights hangovers with