it was a...mild wednesday night... i was bored... so jocelyn and i decided to play poetry tag... try it sometime!
jocelyn: bravado lingers off my emotions and all i want to do inhale, exhale, breathe it all in.
robin: breathe in smoke like swallowing eggs of eels and coughing up their newborn ghosts
j: hauntings occur more than sunrises and i'm getting used to it setting into my skin
r: i'm getting used to settling into my life like getting ready every morning is a landslide
j: and i be dirty, grungy, filthy, fuck it call me a disaster
r: my respiratory system collapses into windstorms. my bones fold and buckle into earthquakes. there is no richter scale for anatomical breakdowns.
j: the smoke dances in my body like a hurricane, veins crumble as ribcages release flying canaries. this is why the caged bird sings.
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