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very very lost by injuredjaw, literature

robin's egg by injuredjaw, literature

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robin's egg

you shaped me into sugar and then slid me into the gluey slop mouth of a small child, pressed your fingertips against the squishy lips, to hell with the choking hazard. well, great. now i'm sticky, messy, all over the goddamn walls—!, smacked between the gums and breaching ivory whale's head of new tooth until i was nothing but a pastel smear. enjoy your easter in your clean pressed sky-blue shirt. i'm the infant robin with a wobbly weak neck who will chip a hole in your shell just by existing. you can't ignore me as i push my frail way out. as i give birth to myself.

checked baggage policy by injuredjaw, literature

the diary of a hitchhiker by injuredjaw, literature

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the diary of a hitchhiker

day 73 i remember that humid afternoon, when you first found me ambling along the cracked pavement of the road. i was wearing blue. you pulled your car up beside me and your brakes squealed softly like a nest of baby birds. you called out to me through the half-lowered window, that color you're wearing makes you look like a piece of the sky. i asked, how did i get all the way down here? you replied, you fluttered. like a feather. when i pulled at the handle of the door, it was already open. like you'd been waiting all this time for me to climb in. day 82 you first touched me a week later. your hand rested on my knee as you spoke about yo

still trying to survive by injuredjaw, literature

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still trying to survive

can you see me? i'm crying in the car again. my skin has been split with fault lines and now i'm just juddering out the seismic tremors. i see you. i see you all the time: blue jeans musk and brown elbows and picking scabs and glittery bracken eyes. yesterday i went to the mall to find hope. i checked the bathrooms that smelled like stale heroin and in the racks of clothes; like a child, hope doesn't know the abject terror it causes when it disappears like that from us. i didn't find it but maybe i just missed it. it is quite small, after all. can you see me, here are my indecisive touches. leathery paper lett

thee and me by injuredjaw, literature

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thee and me

i compared thee to buildings— the gothic arches of your fingers and the solid stone of your chest, how i crawled inside you for shelter. i compared thee to nature— wolfish grin, gentle wind, the smell of rain. how i got lost in you. i compared thee to symphonies— here the crescendo, here the diminuendo, here you pluck the heartstrings, the bass of our bodies meeting. here i compare thee to ghosts. i compare thee to mist. i compare thee to the intangibles, the fleeting, the vanishing— here i compare thee to wishes.

Untitled by injuredjaw, literature

the tragedy of me by injuredjaw, literature

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the tragedy of me

if i've been trying to get up off the ground for the past six months, today is finally the day i managed to slide one uncertain foot underneath me. i am not quite to standing, still kneeling like i am proposing to my own standoffish life. please, my love, will you provide me stability? the life i want squints her eyes down at me, wrinkles her nose, tosses her luxurious boa over one shoulder because she is the type of gal who buys into boas. i don't know why i love her so much. i am surrounded by standing people leaning down to speak to me, so much gentleness in their touches that it shatters me. this is the maelstrom, they say. this is the

23 and and and by injuredjaw, literature

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23 and and and

23 and the dishwasher breaks. 23 and there are mice in the walls. my mother says that being 23 was the hardest thing she ever had to be. 23 and "i'm sorry, this position is filled." 23 and living at home with mom and pop. dad says you cannot light a candle in your room, he is uncomfortable with open flame. he says, "look at this ceiling. look at these walls. this house costs upwards of [insert more money than you can ever hope to possess here], and i don't want it to catch on fire." 23 and you are a child. 23 and you still don't really know what it's like to buy something large for a lot of money, have the respon

a future home by injuredjaw, literature

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a future home

we walk barefoot over hardwood floors. there is a bed positioned next to the window, so that the moon whispers us goodnight, so that the sun nudges us awake. we smooth the comforter in the mornings together, muss the sheets in the evenings together. we have a fern that we sometimes forget to water. we have chairs but sometimes choose to sit on the carpet. tall windows allow the light to grace the walls, the spidery leaves of our fern, our faces. perched on the windowsill is an ink-colored cat. his name is sherlock. you half-roll your eyes, smile, drawl, "of course his name is sherlock." on cloudy d

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very very lost by injuredjaw, literature

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the diary of a hitchhiker

still trying to survive by injuredjaw, literature

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still trying to survive

thee and me by injuredjaw, literature

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thee and me

Untitled by injuredjaw, literature

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every chance i didn't take I by SuddenlyAutumn, literature

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every chance i didn't take I

your hand in mine as you prayed to a god who might save you. safety on. your suicide note and the words to your father, brothers, oh christ, your mother. my tears on your shirt as i sobbed for everything i had lost and the god who did not hear me. the river stones under my legs and the lights on the bridge in the night. bruises on my shoulders and i hope they never fade. your big truck and the scent of jasmine and the moment i realized i was happy. hand out the window full of mississippi wind. hair wild and skin stung. you are beautiful and i was beautiful for you. your legs between my knees as we flew down memphis streets. the roar of your

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he was born of bats. by injuredjaw, literature

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he was born of bats.

pressing your face to the rough shingle of the rooftop, you suddenly realize you have nothing left. it was at a party that he slunk, because he never did quite walk, he slunk to you with a smile that reminded you of the outstretched wings of a bat. leathery and strong, his bat wing smile enfolded you until the night he had you arched across oceans, head back, staring at the world upside-down and thinking, i was always a good girl, wasn't i? i was always so obedient. you have to be truthful, you whisper to the rooftop and you can feel your skin being tickled by the endless cacophony of tree frogs in the distance. to be truthful,

he was born of bats.

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injuredjaw

Aug 25, 2015

a note: i am storing a lot of my recent work away, as i'm beginning the long haul of submitting to lit mags. i'm sorry if i took away something you liked. hopefully, you might be able to see it somewhere official soon.

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injuredjaw

Jan 9, 2015

wow okay so like i know that i hardly post poems anymore because i am no longer very poetic, but it still means so much to me when you guys suggest me to be featured somewhere. that's. holy moly it's amazing and still renders me slack-jawed and flatt...

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injuredjaw

Dec 13, 2010

good news, everyone!

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oh, my, i have been quite inactive here lately. BUT i have been spending an obscene amount of time here: http://injuredjaw.tumblr.com if you have one, follow me! if you don't, bookmark me!