130.

Her backbone, long used
as ambition's ladder, broke
its spine by bending.

129.

The wound of those eyes,
haunted by betrayal, bled
into me. Aching.

128.

The imprint of the
seam from his backseat stayed pressed
into my flesh for

hours after we'd
been done. Sweat slicked and quiescent.
Limbs holding skin close.

127.

That moment, when the
shine of your eyes is still lit
with joyous laughter.

126.

It was there that I
saw you, standing on the edge
of a bridge, tilting.

125.

Souls dancing in their
own honor, celebrate far
more than mere bones can.

124.

The echo of saints
herald a memory for
the future as well.

123.

Let your children out
to dance tonight. Free them to
experience life

and their childhood
while innocence and joy can
still be found within.

122.

Heartache is only
a symptom seeking vaccine
by love's sharp needle.

121.

The pumpkin mimics
harvest's evil revelry
through knives and candles.

120.

A million depressed
and angst filled puppet cliches.
Fucking teenagers.

119.

I wish I wanted
to hate you. But not even
that would be simple.

118.

The abortion of
feelings you keep vomiting
up, hardly woo me.

117.

Lispy kid outside
my window, if you fuck up
my immediate

napping plans, I will
totally beat you senseless
with that tricycle.