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Daily Lit Deviations for April 10^th, 2012

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Poetry

_{Featured by: Nichrysalis}
control.on tuesdays you ask me
why i can't get of bed:
you say, is it because you
want control, is it because
you need control?
no, i say, i don't want to talk
about this right now
look, it's because
my mother's shoulders shook
when the alimony ran out, and
because i lied when i said
i don't want you to fuck me
in the back of your subaru,
and it's because the couch springs
are broken, i'm out of tylenol, and
there's this sick kind of hurt spreading
into my fingertips, lacing
my spine,
and somewhere
deep down, i want this
to paralyze me
and maybe it's
because you're so perfect
from far away, so
perfect when you're drunk and
you tell me, it's because
i want control, i need
control
it's because
you won't let me
sleep, even though
you know
i'm so damn
tired.
control. by moondrums

<sub>Immediately gripping, honest, and to the point.


Featured by: betwixtthepages</sub>

"Tornado" by x-SilentScreams-x

<sub>This piece is, in a sense, a
tornado all its own.  With beautiful
imagery and well-chosen repetition,
Tornado will leave readers
gasping for breath and viewing natural
disasters with new eyes.


Suggested by: LITplease
Featured by: LadyofGaerdon</sub>
:thumb256959250:
I. by bowie-loon123

_{A most unique self-portrait,
dense and cryptic yet rich with
meticulous language and brimming
with vibrant imagery.}

Prose

_{Featured by shebledgreenink}
SleepShe's drowning in this air, thick with crickets and summertime and thoughts which were left only half-formed for the sake of sanity. Breath comes slowly, not naturally, as if part of her has left reality. That part is off in another world, dictating the reflexes of some alternate-her.
A buzzer sounds from inside the house, signalling that the laundry is done, and the air floods her lungs with tainted sincerity. It tastes strange and foreign, as if it has left its other home reluctantly.
She wears the day on her face, eyeliner smudged beneath her eyes and stray locks of hair falling across her forehead. The morning is warped like dusk and the evening beckons its hazy hallucinogens, perfectly natural and completely free of charge. Tonight the air smells of tasteful cologne and tastes of mint covering cigarette smoke. She doesn't want to leave, but with darkness goes sight, goes everything.
The sound of the microwave oven reminds her that she needs to eat and drink and sleep and live.
It
Sleep by ToXTheXMorgueX

<sub>This piece harnesses what I
think of as the state of being
serenely unwell. It's deliciously
surreal with a touch of the mundane
and a smidge of the magical.


Suggested by: alapip
Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>
SubsideThe roar subsided. A slow, dragging, crashing recession. Waves lapping the newly paved shores of a once larger than life city seaside. The scent of wet wood, plaster, cement, paint, paper, asphalt, metal, rubber,…of wet everything overwhelmed. There was crying, screaming in the distance from other piles of soaked rubble. But not so much as before, when the great wave had begun to trickle, then smash through the streets, neighborhoods, and parking lots. Demolishing all in it's wake.
I lifted my eyes from the cold darkness of my knees and arms, to look, to survey purgatory. The devastation was unfathomable. I could not speak nor cry. I could only stare, slack-jawed, wide turgid eyed. Change had come within minutes. What had taken man centuries to achieve, mother nature had ripped away in the mere flutter of butterfly wings.
I had been in the murky waters, wildly grasping anything to keep from going under. The sturdy eve of a tar-roofed house proved my only survival. Splinters imbedd
Subside by RUNNrabbitRUNN

_{From the Suggester: "This from
an artist whom I've thought rated
recognition for a long time."}





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