Forbidden Planet (1956) 

This is the tale of

The dead girl and her robot. 

I love this story. 

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Week Four- The Year of my Heart

Deep like creeks and wood

Is this aching in my heart,

As this book opens.  

Hunting Bares


I want to be born from the beauty of dead things. 

Not bound to a vessel that’s dying. 

Let’s go hunting. 

Today is the day…

respirare

I took this last breath.

My story has come to rest.

Today was the day.

Still in the Attic of my Mind…

  
I kiss his cold lips 

And feed him my salty tears. 

Dead Boy does love me. 

In the Attic of my Mind

  
Say boy, are you dead? 

Lips of blue and fingers cold. 

I will lie with you. 

An Ode to Dorian

The thin skin of time.

Self-deceiving words hold youth?

Root down to grow up.

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