my lips, cuticles, the insides of my cheeks, the callous on my left middle finger where pencils and pens made their mark on me. the self-harm is a hobby of mine. on particularly bad lapses of time [like now] these fingers dress in band-aids, my lips layered potholes from frantic nibbled tears; at night i lie awake afraid to know the aftermath of what drink … Continue reading I’ve been Biting
I left the teapot on not hearing it whistle long enough to burn it again. — by the time i remembered i had to pry its hot metal bottom from sautered spiral prison. hope it will forgive me [salvage charless tasting oatmeal water] For forgetting about it while it killed itself on burner. — lying in bed i hear it whistling placebo; [we could have … Continue reading I Keep Forgetting
Before you get ahead of yourself, it isnt unusual for me to tie my insides in knots preparing for a chase. Do not mistake my lack of ease over -you as over-inflated self-grandeur. My body has -always reacted to interacting with it’s outside world like the impending attack of a lion. — Symptom Continue reading gut knots
one) love is a many pronged creature it doesn’t know it’s own name it is homeless even if you build walls around it it is afraid of you it has experienced this world if you try to call out to it it will cock it’s head at you like the lost thing it is it’s exterior of wet soap a greased pig it cannot clean … Continue reading rules about love from a naive mind
where’s someone to leave the light on for? companion’d security and belonging. unraveled sprawl of legs and arms on crisp cool nights. — force me out of this box and into unknown. explore with me wild abandon future with a light grasp. making their everything mine, only once rightfully discovered. — revel in their workings by virtue of my own. let them never hand me … Continue reading leave the light on
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