The heart is a bloody thing.
Toby BarlowSome things don't pass, the injuries don't heal they merely find a place in our guts and in our bones where they fitfully rest, tossing and turning between our knuckles and ribs waiting to wake as the shadows grow long.
Toby BarlowDays grow hotter and life grows shorter.
Time is somehow running out.
She flips her pillow
so she won't have to sleep on her tears.
Tags: electric-prose
Like so much of the trouble in the world
it ends simply with exhaustion.
he knows that it's impossible to tell a wolf
from a man if
he keeps his chin up
and his teeth clean.
Tags: men
Yes, liquor is the thin white coat of paint you wash over the cracks in your foundation. Makes any rotten house livable for a few hours. Sometimes days.
Toby BarlowThe secret must stay and- according to scientists- the love will live. The heart is quite comfortable with secrets. After all, its home is a dark wet place tucked in among all the other organs who aren't talking either.
Toby BarlowYou can’t own something unless you can swallow it
Toby BarlowThat's what love does/ It chases the dragons away/ before their claws can sink in.
Toby BarlowTags: love
As she stared at the ceiling that first night
her body softly falling back into itself,
she thought of how we dream of journeying
on spaceships to other universes, other worlds,
but really, for the forever,
we're stuck here on the dirt and
the only time we will travel anywhere truly unknowable
is when we slip into the skin of another,
venturing into their mysteries,
always hoping for
a safe landing.
Tags: love
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