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She tightens the measuring tape around my center, a perfect parting of my body in two, and I wonder if I’ll pinch in half if she tightens it anymore. “A 24” she says, and I can hardly breathe

» Posted By Peach On 01.10.2016 @ 1:32 pm


He cuts his index finger on the sharpness of the opening of a beer can when he presses it against the aluminum, mindlessly flipping through channels with the remote in his other hand, trying very hard not to think of anything at all

» Posted By Peach On 12.06.2015 @ 6:28 pm


She brings the cup to her lips and drinks; water dribbles down her chin and onto her lap, temporary stains on her white dress, but she’d prefer this messiness to the feeling of death she had been feeling only seconds prior.

» Posted By Peach On 10.26.2015 @ 12:32 pm


Everything slipped through the crack– THE crack, though little ones splintered off it like kin, but no, it was just The Fault, the entire splitting of a planet, and that was what everything I’d once known slipped into. My house. My dog. My baby. My boyfriend. My lawn. My church. My gardening tools. The only thing that had stopped me from doing the same was a red SUV and 200 miles to keep me apart. I only wished I could join them.

» Posted By Peach On 10.15.2015 @ 11:58 pm


Once I was owned.

Once I was held in the palm of another; once I was the cast; once, I was nothing more but the shedded exoskeleton of a creature I wished only to be a part of once more.

Once, I wanted nothing more but to be loved by you.


» Posted By Peach On 09.30.2015 @ 6:46 pm


Amsterdam was not a city of lost souls, so it was the worst city for me. I walked, and there would be bikers zooming past me to my left and right, couples, families, a solitary individual with a destination in my mind– and there was I walking, left in their cycling dust without a grounded thought in the world.

» Posted By Peach On 09.28.2015 @ 4:01 pm


Black starts to stream out of my first, black like ink, running down the crinkles in my hand and staining the carpet– it puddles around my feet and it makes me sick, but the only thing that would’ve made me sicker would have been NOT crushing her black, black, inky heart in my hand until it ceased to beat.

» Posted By Peach On 09.25.2015 @ 8:18 pm


For the first time in my life, I realized I was on a leash. They weren’t trying to tame me– the curfews, the clean language, the restrictions of thought… I was tamed already. The awareness made me want to hurl.

» Posted By Peach On 08.07.2015 @ 7:14 pm


I blinked after reading the texting message.


Was it a typo?

I hadn’t heard from Alexa in three years– I thought by now she was probably overdosed with drugs and dead– but here was a text, “dual”, and the only real meaning I could think it would have would be a misspelling of “do al”, which is one of the only things I could really think of Alexa actually texting me.

» Posted By Peach On 07.31.2015 @ 7:10 pm


I’m not the best.

I’m not the best when it comes to love especially; while other people seem to fall in love and get their hearts broken time and time again, I feel like an unmoving statue.

Nothing I do seems to really change. I’m stuck in a tedious cycle where I’m going through the motions of flirting and falling for somebody and while, for them, the feeling is real, I’m on the other side desperately waiting for something to happen. For my heart to be moved with passion. But I’ve got the same amount of passion as a rock.

» Posted By Peach On 07.30.2015 @ 10:37 pm


I am asleep.

I feel like I’m floating– that’s a casual side effect of my dreams. There’s not much else to them. I’ve never known why.

But today, I’m floating, and there’s something in front of me, and I don’t know how to prove to anybody else that it’s what I think it is

» Posted By Peach On 07.28.2015 @ 9:57 pm


I thought I was just short. I couldn’t see over the fence when I was five, and I used to think this was because I was too short, but I’d get taller with age, like the other kids. Entire grades of elementary school passed like this, one year, two years, many years– don’t worry, I said to myself, it’ll get better with age. But it didn’t. I’m twenty five and I can’t even see the other side on my tiptoes.

» Posted By Peach On 07.23.2015 @ 3:19 pm


When you’re young, no one ever thinks to carry a key
It’s always assumed you’ll sneak in somehow or you’ll just appear
Parties in middle school at your friend’s gated neighborhood
Public pools glistening through cracks in a fence
Summer laziness and cracks on a sidewalk and protection against yourself

» Posted By peach On 06.28.2015 @ 11:30 am


it was completely dark. i flexed my fingers an inch from my nose but couldn’t see anything, just black, black black black and for a second it was like i’d gone completely blind. i slid down the door and just continued flexing that hand, over and over, and i only realized how long i’d been doing that when sunrays started peeping through my shutters.

» Posted By Peach On 11.29.2012 @ 5:44 pm


so the continents became shapes, distinguishable, clean cut, and they began to float together, and he said this was good. the two that lived apart waited for the time that their shapes would meet, two triangles, so that they could finally and permanently complete each other.

» Posted By Peach On 11.23.2012 @ 4:25 pm


it was the first place that he actually talked. there’d been that thing, when he was younger, and I remember thinking that he’d lost his voice for good, for real. but when he’d pulled me aside into the corridor that day, it was like nothing else existed; when he spoke, three words, it was like that voice was only meant for me.

» Posted By Peach On 11.22.2012 @ 10:08 am


it was the firs thing he’d ever gotten. it was strange. he’d never really thought of how it would feel to live like this, be like this, but here he was and there she was, and she was smiling and pointing very fondly at the the thing before him.

“you can sleep here”, she said.

» Posted By Peach On 11.20.2012 @ 4:58 pm


there was something there that didn’t make him less thirsty, but he realized he could die and be alright. he never wanted to die alone, before. the desert was very lonely. but as he was now faced with the opportunity, he was, suddenly, not so scared anymore. and he didn’t think he ever would be again.

» Posted By Peach On 11.19.2012 @ 5:24 pm


she didn’t say anything for the longest time. the word sat in her mouth like liquor, dizzying and forgetful, but she didn’t mention it.

she looked at him and knew it was her last time; the word burned like a fire on her tongue.

» Posted By Peach On 11.18.2012 @ 2:20 pm


the light bulb just went off in my head, it really did. i am happy and will be happy for as long as a choose to be. let’s hope my light doesn’t go out anytime soon.

» Posted By Peach On 08.07.2011 @ 12:04 am


a device that shows the beauty of space and the stars . something that i cant look throught because it feels funny

» Posted By peach On 10.16.2010 @ 12:20 pm


bears are fascinating creatures weather it be a tedy bear which comrts and protects your bed or a real bear which feasts on honey and or berries, salmon, and many other things bears are wonderful beautiful creatures

» Posted By peach On 10.14.2010 @ 10:29 pm


Find yourself at the top of the world. Nothing else in your mind than the numerous contradictions. Questions. Always the same. The feeling that the open space is a way to breath but also reminds you the dead end that had become your life.

» Posted By Peach On 10.04.2008 @ 3:34 am


its black
it’s round
its 4 letters
it’s tops backwards
also spells pots
as well as stop
….and post
….and pots
i already said that
i dont know
you spot!
A dog named spot.
is it a beagal
no, dalmation you tard.

» Posted By peach On 01.14.2010 @ 9:39 pm


the bridge between flesh and emotion, the caustic end to almost any relationship. the wasteland of pale, rippled skin, too delicate to break, and too harsh to care for. a brittle thing, much like an angle.

» Posted By peach On 03.19.2010 @ 7:04 pm

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