My ex asked me for whisky, An early birthday treat. She’d hoofed my heart and torn it Into a paper flower And then she’d gaily worn it
Yellow-kneed spider, sat on tinted… Sweat coated our faces, the sun wa… She laughed hysterical, her husban… The little girl wailed, for her A… The wooden men stood, with frail f…
They grew, Clamorously foolish Renew, The dance of worship They threw, An angelic rave They flew, Liars stood brave They knew, Belonging they crave
Some people don’t like the rain, because it’s dangerous, treacherou… waters dissolving their tethers to… because it’s wet and cold and it seeps through that little gap
In oblivion, dust clumps metastasi… Energy propels, Gravity beckons Crystallizing a cold dark pregnant… Helium ovum hydrogen sperm fuse Violently beautiful light squeezes…
Spider-webs turn to Shimmering gossamer strands Mist-frost in the sun.
Every excruciatingly boring lecture where the only thing keeping your eyes open is their constant flickering towards the clock. Every painfully awkward social interaction when your frie...
What are you hiding? I wonder What do your eyes struggle to conc… Why do your hands tremble at the t… What makes your feet stumble away,… What makes your skin want to peel…
love damage pain divorce resilienc… Strangers seem more lovable than His own blood and bone did The last time he cried was four ye… Sixteen years of damming compresse…
She can’t help herself while talki… Still present tense though he’s be… “He goes to work early in the morn… And always comes home with a hard-… Brings me samosas, vanilla ice-cre…
“I think you’re being haunted by a… I joked. Not knowing that Depression Kitty… Seducing her ever so skillfully, mauling her with pain that was bit…
I exist in an axbxc reality, not k… While my brain explodes in colorfu… A scream travels along the soft fl… all the way to my throat only to f… It turns around, reverbing through
Toxic gratitude. They’re the reason you exist. Toxic platitudes.
I’ll dig a hole and sit in it. Five feet into the ground. Hopefully, the dirt is crumbly, Soft but not too damp And I’ll sit in the hole–
I should like more people... So far, There was the guitarist who was to… The bespectacled boy with scar on… And the guy who took me to a fancy…
