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Because I Can No Longer CreateMy blood has lost all motivation to illuminate my dull limbs, and now I am nothingBecause I Can No Longer Create
but bone and sinew, a dim structure of wires crossed over and over each other to create
sharp knuckles that shatter upon impact. My hips creak like unoiled hinges
when I walk, powered by some distant and careless engineer. Any sanguine warmth leaks
and wells in the cracks of my palms. It seeps through my fingers when I clench
my fists, and I am left as the crumbling framework of someone who used to want something.
by ~deadwringer
In Vino VeritasMy feet smeared the leather on his dashboard with dirt. The weight of my body shifted from one side of the seat to the other, and I had to pull the seatbelt away from my neck to keep from choking. "I'm too drunk to drive," he confessed. He pulled over and flung open the door to the thunder of oncoming traffic. We awkwardly maneuvered until they were my dirty hands wrapped around the steering wheel, and he was the crash-test dummy sprawled in the passenger seat. "You broke my heart twice," he said, and I blinked back the white lines on the road as they came fast towards me. "Just drive anywhere." I nodded and put my foot to the pedal. He put hIn Vino Veritas
by ~deadwringer
The Failings of Gossamer SkinThe gray sand, rough as our elbows, fell suddenlyThe Failings of Gossamer Skin
into the black water. We didn’t say anything as we fumbled with our clothes, peeling them off like layers of dead skin before we jumped, our bodies white and shivering, my legs
covered in a language that you would never read.
You said that you hadn’t heard me breathe, hadn’t heard the rough gasps for air as I kicked frantically, silent and stoic against the pull of the current, your ears too enamored of the night, your hands too full of water to grasp my own. Hadn’t heard my t
by ~deadwringer
ReverbYour voice leaks warm and broken through the speakers, the aged sound popping and cracking like some ancient fire – a warmth that settles in my bones and my muscles. I feel the vibration of your voice in the tips of my fingers as if I could close them tight around each note.Reverb
I imagine that this is the voice my mother heard when you unwillingly left her as an only child. If I close my eyes, I can imagine your lazy smile, your lips spreading back across your teeth, unfolding to white. I can see your dark eyes and dark hair so like hers – so care
by ~deadwringer
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- Current Residence: Boston
- Interests: poetry, theatre, renaissance faires, corsetry, costumes, the Victorian era, steampunk
- Favourite movie: Labyrinth, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Repo! The Genetic Opera, RHPS, NBC
- Favourite band or musician: The Dresden Dolls, HUMANWINE, The Smiths, The Cure, Rasputina, Emilie Autumn, Voltaire, Placebo
- Favourite genre of music: Hmm...
- Favourite artist: John William Waterhouse
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath, Oscar Wilde, William Shakespeare, the Brontës, A.A. Milne
- Favourite style of art: Pre-Raphaelite, Art Nouveau, Romantic, Modernist, Confessional
- Favourite game: Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines
- Favourite cartoon character: Invader Zim, Jack Skellington
- Personal Quote: "...the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering."
- Tools of the Trade: pen and paper
- Email: renaissancepoetess@yahoo.com
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- MSN: deadwringer@hotmail.com
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