Author: The Helix

I  share my room with a colony of memories, they live inside my blankets and pillows, and come fluttering out at night when I dream. They flit here and there across my bedroom scratching on the remnants of my thoughts, chewing up the day’s ebbing hours: In my half
On these morningsbed sheets reach the corners of my earssighing and reaching for more blankets, I realizecoolness has touched the clouds as it has me the pavement matches the sky bestwhen grey shingles and white colonialsdim their tones for
i built a dam of stoneto patch a leak in my brain,keeping hasty yearningsto myself, but cracks beganforming as my vision blurred,he asked if i was okay,i said yes, why the hell did i say yes? i shoveled sand into
i still remember the embarrassment i feltas i walked back to apartment numberthree zero seven, from my manic sprint around the block,tobacco stuck between my teeth and gums,legs buckled inwards and shaking violently; they saw my bloodshot eyes anda
The autumn night my sister was releasedfrom Bellevue, dressed in a rough shroudof brown burlap,my mother told me to take her upstairsand bathe her.I filled the old tub with hot water,gathered a bar of Ivory soap andthe green bottle

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