they cut
you open
pressed
little metal
charms inside
between
delicate folds
of your vitals.
“i mean these,
these mean well.”
—
tried as
a witch,
who knew
once
persecuted
those charms
smelt
kindness
into regret.
menticanic
a racing mind
can’t excelerate
without a course
to ride on.
the oil spots
leak down
through
your veins
pollute and
inflame
the muscles
with stress.
the cars
must be
put away
sometime.
clear the roads,
wash the
state of them.
sit in
the absence,
and breathe.
Slippery
Have you ever
been somewhere
And just thought,
“Oh my god,
I am actually
Losing my mind.
This is what
Releasing
The grip
On sanity
Feels like.”
—
I just did,
Watching two
[Insanely
Too] attractive
People
be In love
| All over |
Each other.
She took
Her hair
Out of
A bun And
locked tresses
Fell perfectly.
I Keep Forgetting
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 ruined
it this time]
A guilt
calloused
melody
of sorrow.
I’m In Love W/ Whiskey
Whiskey
is always
there for you
when you
need it.
sometimes
i could use
a little
warmth
in my life.
it slides
into me
gracefully
no hidden
expectations
or motives;
its only
wants me
to feel
Come Play
A sprinkler
full of acid
Looks
just like
a sprinkler.
running
through;
the contents
eat down
to my bones
and
then some.
Nobody
Craves a
fucking salad.
chop me up
and throw
me into
your mouth,
crunch down
on me
and swallow
eating me
will not
nourish you
[but that
isn’t what
you’re
going for]
sweetheart,
i will not
make you
beautiful
but you
will love
me for it.
—
We lost but They Won
I met this
Lesbian couple
at sex trivia.
they got
fat, happy,
and
a year
married
both changing
their last name
to Violet;
pledging
to be
different
together.
A Beautiful Prison For Them
This is where
all of the
horrible things
live.
I lifted it
from my drawer
and exhaled,
“oh no,”
accidentally
letting my animal
out of it’s cage.
I forgot
where
My memories
had moved to.
I changed
their address
and lost their
coordinates.
—
it was not
a part of me
anymore
because
[because]
it had already
served
It’s purpose.
I was looking for
something else in
my dresser drawers
but, there
it Was
still
very much
real.
—
my ex boyfriend
bought me
this notebook
as a present
when we were
on our first
[and only]
trip together.
his love was
purposeful
and pure
in a list
of mine
that weren’t.
if i was
to believe
in fate,
he would be
a catalyst
incarnate.
—
some may argue,
“it’s a shame
to scribble
experiences of
sexual assault
and harassment
on such
beautiful pages.”
But isn’t it
always a shame,
however you
dress them,
and wherever
They lie?
—
Toxicity Didn’t Kill Me
i remember
it looked
like a
smashed
strawberry
when the
gynecologist
pryed the
tampon
out of me.
I was a
20 year old
Raped
in my
childhood
bedroom
by a boy who
used “i love you”‘s
like a
trojan horse.
—
three days
later,
I didn’t
remember.
trauma does
that to you
[even though
for some,
sexual assault
is a punch-line
these days].
—
lying back
Stirruped feet,
i was just
as surprised
as the doctor
who gutted
the rotten
tissue-soaked
cotten from me.
they told me,
“you should
have been
dead of
toxic shock.”
they couldn’t
see it, but,
a part
of me
was dead.
—
He ended
up cheating
on me
because I
withheld sex
from him.
[after the fact]
“Boys will be boys,”
Right?
—
