#MommyIssues
like a knife to flesh. phantom pain. a faint scar, but it’s jagged. wishing you’d come back and try ag… so i could step right into the kni…
i love breaking your heart. call me a sadist, i don’t particul… i’ll reel you back in like a trout…
i’m not entirely sure i’m alive, s… saying that makes me seem crazy or… maybe i am, maybe it matters, but i don’t really think it does. you have your hands on my thigh.
i’m busy with bruised legs covered… i’ve got my black boots kicked up… on a hot swing set in the backyard of a church that doesn’t want me. i’m saying fuck, getting familiar…
“who ruined winter for you?” “i did.”
i am scared of you now, of this stranger who has taken you… those familiar eyes now watch me,… your loose hold now tight and the… this beast of grief has eaten you…
“i hope they don’t turn out like y… and yeah, i think, that’s about ri… i hope they don’t either.
i waited for the other shoe to dro… oh, it did. “i’m sorry,” i said, “for trying t… you smile and say, “i’m used to it… “you shouldn’t be.”
i miss being a kid when the saddes…
there is a body sprawled out on a… obscenely and nudely. with a blissed out face and beaded… smears of red on the face and stom… it lies there with a lighter in a…
did you know if sharks stop swimmi… my mother found joy in domesticity… with three kids and a husband, bak… and good for her, good for fucking… my safe place is flats filled with…
i flick the lighter on, on, on off. a useless fidget, one that turns my thumb gray and r…
there’s something so forgiving in being angry on behalf of a chil… who no one was angry for.
just puked up cookie batter; sending my love to illinois.
sit across from me, with no space in between. chest again chest, and our legs folded awkwardly. wrap your arms around my neck,