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Parallel lines have so much in common It’s a shame that they would never meet If somehow they met and overlapped just once, would they be inseparable Or would they grow apart farther? Parallel lines that do not meet are much better At least they grow together side-by-side forever © 2016, Quiyet Brul

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saudade

The stench of our sweat dancing through the air choreographed by the slow rising and falling of our chests to the synchronized beats of our hearts and the harmony of our clenched fingers playing piano on our skins makes our hips clap harder along with the classic cheering of the gasps we make But tonight …

firefly

I light up for others’ naive entertainment–– a firework that screams to the moon, dancing, erratically glinting while my last sparks fall back to earth © 2016, Quiyet Brul

how to kill yourself without hurting anyone

A tutorial.

good night

“Have a good night, baby,” said Mom, tickling my ear and neck with her warm kisses. I fought civil wars in bed. I was scared to sleep without my lights on, so Mom got me a smart bed lamp that automatically shut itself off after an hour, or how much time you limit its lifespan, …

puppeteer

a puppet: your plaything that can never detach from the threads played by your fingers i twirled my body elegantly to hold your attention yet you grew tired of me like any other child you let go bones collapsed threads twisted i was left jarred on the surface unattended unmoved unloved © 2016, Quiyet Brul

no i’ll just let you be he says

no i’ll just let you be he says the water that flows out of the faucet —clutching dazed cupped hands decanting from one hand to the other morphed into fists— i tried to hold you though i can’t or couldn’t hot cold which one were you? © 2016, Quiyet Brul