Death Trilogy: A Poem

i’m always finding great movies, but they’re the second or third in a trilogy & i can never track down the others.


some cords desire to be bound tighter, some anchors prevent us from floating too far away


no wild stallion could compare to that grey-eyed girl…


The wall is where we’ll hang it. The empty space in the living room where only the dead spend time

The Fulcrum

there was never a safe space for her                    inside a body,


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