waste of a prelude

I asked her what she wanted
She said
Belonging was the prize
Instead of this desolation
Another set of eyes

I held my hand to my heart
And stifled all his screams
How can I trust him?
I tell me to shove it

I don’t have those kind of dreams

Stasis update

I held ice to the angry burn on her finger until she protested the pain.

Then begged me to apply it again.

She hurt herself making a morning meal
Honest to god

I didn’t know how to feel.
Eggs relish and steak, heart and pain on a plate.

My senses embraced,
I thought, surely, this must be fate.

Even though we ate freely
We both had reservations
Mouthfuls of courage
But bite-sized intentions

it was all or nothing and I chose starvation

I pick the scorn from my teeth
I try to forget my elation

Master of allusion

My friends
Tell me to be happy
I can’t seem to find the switch
They say it’s hidden twixt desire
And this never ending itch

I’ve dug holes into my heart
I’ve ripped the pictures off it’s walls
I’ve ripped all the doors right off their hinges
Set the hounds loose in the halls

I can’t trust the friends I have
They’ve got me chasing geese
I mark their names for vengeance
Tend to these blisters of defeat

My feelings are herbivores

In the summer we would meet sometimes


Play body lego
Amazing how the pieces always seem to fit.

It was never love
We didn’t care

I loved the way we clicked.

im sorry for your blood loss

I’m having problems differentiating the things I imagine from actual events.
I don’t know who I can trust.
I have violent urges every time I handle a blade.
I wake up thrice a night in a blind panic
Are they here to get me?
Is there blood on my hands?
It feels like there’s a hand-blender inside my mind.
And someone keeps pushing ‘froth’
If I confess these things, they might seal me away.

In a cage of the best intentions

But would the ground beneath my feet
Stop slipping away?

silent shell

Clouded reign

You condemn me to hell

Why do I feel so cold?

The mask creeps over your face, the light in your eyes contorts.

You say my path is death

Is this why you haunt me?

I won’t bow to your god

As dim as it is,
I emit my own light


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