My name is Jamie and I’ve been writing poetry and short fiction for years. Ever since I was a kid, I loved reading and writing stories. Lastly, obligatory content warning, since most of my work is heavy because I draw a lot from my own experiences and mental illness that might make it difficult to read if you’re sensitive to that. No pressure. But, if you do stay, I hope you enjoy.
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a little something to take the edge off bright red scratches outlined in anger digging around my chest cavity scooping out every organ stuck under fingernails presenting something heavy, beating, but set it back down and it echoes empty louder than the sharpened screams stuck bouncing in tiled hallways tangled extension cords and out-of-circuit lightbulbs
burial throat covered in bile swallowing water like gasoline burning, singed smell with each bite ice pick taking the tar off of bones crystallized grass from the frosted-over ground each tap of the shovel scooping out heavy earth
anniversaries return in tangled hospital tubes brushing matted hair and holding chilled hands clocks spin even when times change either an hour back or forward resetting analog batteries but always running out months passed by smudged by ink and water stains scuffed windows and rusting metal of skeleton cars memories like water in a drainContinue reading “anniversaries return in tangled hospital tubes”