
The Ballad of Hypochondria and InsomniaI’m sorry to be calling so late.The Ballad of Hypochondria and Insomnia by ~otherwiseunbroken
It’s just I think I have bed bugs and an incurable STD and maybe that means I’ll never be able to have your sons, dark haired boys we’d name after our favorite soccer player with your eyes and my religion and both of our terrible teeth. And I have been saving for the braces I know they’ll need and I know that your girlfriend is asleep next to you. Go out to the porch and light a cigarette. It’s fine. I’ll wait.
And I’m so sorry to wake you but it’s just that I think I have cancer and I never should have left you.
Do you think that everyone only gets one s

Heat WaveIn the middle of kissing you and a heat wave, I become grateful that you don’t write about me, that you don’t write at all. I am terrified of the horror in my own history, the trail of bodies I have left, the number of teeth I have pulled from your skull, the times you told me you loved me and I looked away, out the window.Heat Wave by ~otherwiseunbroken
How would you put me into words, what will you whisper to the women who come after me, who ask you where you learned to kiss like that? My body is a map of a hometown you’ve never left. My collarbones are a cellar in which you’ve been locked your entire life. You have never seen the sun.
And this

Murder in the First, Second, and ThirdThe first time it happened, she was drunk.Murder in the First, Second, and Third by ~otherwiseunbroken
Kissing in his bed, hands locked on his face, how difficult would it be? Phone on the bedside, the password his year of birth and high school jersey number and all she’d have to say was that he was going to spend a few days at her place. His roommates would be disappointed but not surprised. Break your heart, break your heart, that girl’ll break your heart. But none of them would count on this, no one would notice until he didn’t call his father or the unfamiliar smell of human death crept into every reach of the apartment. Keys in his pocket, cutting into her thigh, she could take

Cerca / ProximoI want you twenty thousand leagues away from me so your fingers can never graze my pericardial effusion ever again. Entire cities should wall me in, away from you. There should be maps made of the miles between us and I should push you off the edge, where there be monsters.Cerca / Proximo by ~otherwiseunbroken
I want you next to me, now, the light lash of rain on my window whispering as your shoulder brushes mine, and neither of us leaps away. I don’t want you apologetic. I don’t want this smile I’ve been pasting on my face for far too long. Collapse with me, like you used to. You whispered Achillean secrets to me, but I never struck your heel until I had to.
Sundae Treat- Sammur-amat's Sunday Feature #34PLEASESundae Treat- Sammur-amat's Sunday Feature #34 by =Sammur-amatthis feature and these wonderful works of art, thank you!
The amount of artistic talent here on dA has always amazed me, and I truly believe it is a privilege to be able to feature such amazing pieces as these. Therefore, without further ado, this Sunday's Specials!
LITERATURE
Poetry
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re-interpretation of mania by ~v-espertinenapowrimo by =ohsparrowsong
the man at the ticket counter. by ~momo-madnessSix years ago. by ~this-epiphany
Finger-Length by *imaginative-lioness
Some clear tropisms for your frozen lines by *lombregriseBelief by *swansisters
because the ones who came before had weapons by *sleepysheepdogFirefly Magic by *beeinthebottleseabones by ~brokenfragilethings
Remnant of a Requiem by ~apple-freshHowl by ~MariaTalafemina nova by =QuiEstInLiterisThe Best of You by *Lady-Yume
Husks of the Past by =TwilightPoetessstorms and constellations by =DrippingWordstake me home by =vvolatile
air by *ssleepmy own work by *antonfrost
Prose
The Girl With The Iron Spine by ~otherwiseunbrokennamesake by *Hfeather53
Newborn by =HillsOfMystGod's Mortician by =RosaryOfSighsxThe Rift by ~lalaith913
The Antagonist by ~SubjugatedSandwichThe Cruelty of Flowers by *TheTerrorOfTheDeepNiu eoa Ein by =SilverInkblotSome Place in Between by *xlntwtch
Late by ~monstroooothirteen steps to falling in love by ~AlloenDreams:thu

UntitledThere is a loneliness that canUntitled by =Sammur-amat
come to subsistence in man
deeper than the great
submarine sinkhole of Belize;
a crawling phthalo blue sadness
stolen off of a Picasso palette
of familiar numbing pains.
I recall having heard them
as they bid adieu- to me,
another newly extinct species;
some of us are meant for doom
like stellar sea cows, with only
our skeletal frames remaining.
Our squeaks muted all too soon
in the darkness of the shade.
So it goes: life can drag
a few of us blow by blow,
skewing our limbs and broiling
our skins by very heavy venom.

Letter to a loved one, on losing a loved one.I want to tell youLetter to a loved one, on losing a loved one. by ~trembling-knees
that this grief is temporary,
that even if you feel lost,
you are not a ship adrift
without a crew.
But darling, grief still
sits heavy on my tongue and
I will not lie to you.
[Grief gathers at the back
of my mouth and renders me useless
on days that feel like the day
she died, my limbs heavy,
my heart sore.]
Instead I am going to tell you
that grief is not the last thing
you will ever feel;
there will still be
rumpled sheets and lazy smiles,
your fingers will still find
my naked waist beneath the blankets
and mine will still fit neatly between
the knobs of your spine.
We will sti

the passage of 'you'when i step alonethe passage of 'you' by *ohsostarryeyed
into my shower,
it's you.
it's you when
i hear the folsom prison blues
and when i drink bitter coffee-
it isn't you
when i sleep in white sheets
and patterned pillows,
a hand in mine
and soft cyrillic letters
to wake me.
it's you in my closet
hidden somewhere in the depths,
it's you in my short hair,
it's you in the photos of ireland
taken by my friends-
but it's not you
when these lips grace my ears
with words softer than you
ever knew,
when these lips grace my face
in softer ways than you
ever knew,
when these lips grace my heart
in softer ways than you
had hardened it.
i am trying to be
a better person
and he is help