i wasn’t really my mothers child, i was her idea of a child. but, unforgivingly, i wasn’t. i grew up like kudzu; over the lam… i went so far as to grow over the…

i’m dissecting you with a scalpel… i’m slapping you on the rack, reac… pulling out your intestines and di… doesn’t feel so good, does it?

sometimes i wonder what god is. she’s the gentle hand and the draw… those flash floods and the never e… she lays the bricks and then turns… they tell me,

he’s full of tuesdays and peonies, and i’m made up of saturdays and b… so he says, forgive and forget, and i say, get high and throw dart… he’s got his arms open wide

insomnia, violence, puncture wound… a razor, eating your organs raw, a… impatient, obsessive, humiliating.

you go to touch me, and i bite your soft, warm fingers… then when you’ve left, i cry because i’m cold.

i don’t want to grow up but god, i can’t wait to get older…

i’m tired of crying into my pages… with my mouth stuffed with blackbe… seeds spilling out and my tongue d… i want to lock myself up in the ba… to shatter the mirrors with shriek…

part 1: horror i loved her, but oh my god, it was so, so bad. we were the campfire stories in th… that was us, and that’s what we st…

you’ve stopped responding to my te… and now i’m wondering, if maybe you’ve finally gotten bored of me. i can’t blame you, cause if i were… i would’ve gotten bored as hell to…

“do you still think i’m pretty?” i… mascara running down my face, lips…

when the ash settles down and you… wild and dancing, you see blackeni… you see the ending of it all and i… the way it dances and beckons you… the way you wish it would.

i let you watch me lose my goddamn… raging at the wallpaper and crying… i let you listen to the burning an… and the pop of a pill bottle openi… i let you feel the screaming apolo…

i’ve got, “i miss you” carved over and over again on my sternum. skin raised and red, but it’ll dull down to a scar. just like the ones on your forearms that i saw when it was just you ...

i love it when fading sunlight hit… lighting up my eyes and every line… then, i start understanding why i… but, when it’s not dawn or dusk, i’ll close the blinds and curtains…