The Woman With No Face
The Woman With No Face by extra
Fun, fun, fun.
Tell me your ghost stories, now, now, NOW.
Quick.
why I oughta
The Woman With No Face by extra
Fun, fun, fun.
Tell me your ghost stories, now, now, NOW.
Quick.
Posted by Kate! at 2:22 PM 0 comments
Posted by Kate! at 10:07 PM 0 comments
good for improving your Sleeping-In-Public skills.
Poppies, poppies, poppies by extra
Ah hahah.
hahaaaaahaha.
HaHAHAHHHHAHHHAA
Posted by Kate! at 9:46 PM 3 comments
One day I'm going to jump out the window to impress you
and wipe that grin off your face.
I will fake my death and haunt the back of your truck
until you notice me - staring.
I am drawing a map of the scar on your elbow.
I am knitting you a red hat so you'll stick out in a crowd.
I am marrying my eyes to the square of skin
described beneath your cheekbone.
Your village grin. Your yellow eye.
I dance like a heathen in your indifference.
I will tape the purple crescents of your bitten fingernails
onto the spines of library books, and wrap myself
in the drum skin of your voice until
I am drowning in your cleverness.
I will hold a knife to your warm neck and say
it's you or me buddy
Because I have several thousand heart attacks every time I see you
and there are only so many windows to jump out of.
Posted by Kate! at 8:34 PM 0 comments
You make me think every
silence should be Scandinavian.
I see Finland in the crook
of your consistent mouth. I hear
Denmark in your cutthroat cough. And
what would I give
to stand like a soldier
in the proud scar shaped
like Norway on your elbow?
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