"Tess writes entirely to find out what she's thinking." - Joan Didion

Mar 28, 2011

Revelations

in the final days of my occupation
I handled facets of truth like a jeweler
arranged them in space like an architect
when I was done I closed my eyes
(I knew I had lied)

there was silence
then a flash of lightning that I saw through my eyelids
and thunderous applause

stars hailed from the sky
(this I felt
by the cuts on my skin)
the moon crashed into the horizon
(this I heard
by the tremor of my heart)
the night became black
(this I knew
by the sinking of my spirit)

the people were struck by awe and blindness
they said my work was a revelation
and so it was

Mar 25, 2011

Asphyxia

we kiss
- only exchanging gibberish
cold and true
sad and worthless -
feeling my lips curl
I close my eyes and disconnect

- you breathe into my mouth
and I exhale nothingness
again and again -

asphyxia is slow
but death is swift
- you were in love
and I am sorry

Mar 19, 2011

Rainy Days

if the sun shined I would shower and cry,
but it is raining,
so my hair is wet and my face is wet,
and I smile.

Mar 4, 2011

Colder

its colder in here
than out there dont enter dont
enter please dont

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How much mess could Tess confess if Tess obsessed to impress? My guests are blessed with the stress of their guess... but I digress.