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My name is Aubrey, I'm 16, and from the beautiful state of Washington. I love reading and writing poetry, photography, and all kinds of art.

I feel the way midsummer
heat brings my bedroom
down to a sticky and wet neck.

She knows it too,
in her unconscious brain.
Sheets, my sheets, tossed

half a torso length.
Wearing my shirt
like a dress — she’s so small.

Black bands slope past clavicles
down to black silk
circles under grey floral print.

She doesn’t know the word
freckle
as if her whole skin organ

has rejected the very thought
of becoming
less than perfect. 

the whole “poem a day” thing… uh… didn’t work… 

but if you like my stuff, I will use this space to just post my poetry that hits me when it does, even if it isn’t every day XD

Today
karma will make me
her bitch

because we did something so
despicable that
I don’t know if I can live with

my actions
it is heart-wrenching,
and this is over dramatic

because
all we did
was steal water from Home Depot 

Superstitious

has
four syllables and

t h i r t e e n
letters long

it is unlucky in
so many cultures 

A Long Time

hate
makes me sick
i feel it work into my veins
and

hate
will consume me again
but it’s not
just

hate
it’s also longing
for a place that
i

hate
so much
love
not enough. 

operahousegirl:

I sat in front of the washing machine for 30 minutes

     in the early afternoon when the sun would’ve peaked

if the clouds weren’t there and 98.5 KRZ probably had some retro song playing

                             I would’ve skipped if was driving to class like I was supposed to

because no good songs ever come on the radio when I’m driving.

Instead, I watched the soap suds rinse out in surfs transitioning into Spin Cycle

           and my Penn State sweatshirt,

                    my zebra-print thong,

                            my American Eagle yoga pants,

                                     the towels I used in the last week from my early morning showers after waking up fully-clothed and my make-up still on

                      and my heart I wore on my sleeve on Monday shake the linoleum

shake the “Duet Steam” label,                  the “FanFresh Dynamic Venting Technology,”             

                 the “Clean Washer With affresh,”                        the “Whirlpool”

and took them from 0 to 60 in 2.4—Ariel Atom 500

—thinking how fast gentleness reels into havoc and I want to swan-

                                                                                               dive in and feel my bones

                                                                                                rattle against the interior.