talk to me at a party, just casually—joke with me about how i can't handle the taste of vodka unless i'm drunk enough to loose sensation. creep closer to me, lean into my side as we talk to your friends, interlink your legs with mine when standing becomes to tiring. pull me aside and kiss me with a hunger i haven't felt in a while—convince me its not lustful as my hands run through your curls and ... » Continue Reading
little lamb he called me, little lamb. i was a good, my wool was soft—cotton-like—my eyes were big and brown, and i trot so lightly i was never in your way. i spring around the field, i do not trample the wild daisies. i stick by my mother and am kind to my flock. i roll around in the grass beside you, i will not bump you but i will look up at you without ever knowing hatred and tilt my head down... » Continue Reading
death came knocking on my door last afternoon, so i invited him in for tea. an anxious girl with bleeding cuticles, and restless eyes. a moon hanging from one ear, a star from the other. a dolphin, oval locket, and mary are strung along my neck. a black bra strap, a broken belt loop. a ceramic teapot with floral detailing, a matching milk jug, two cups and saucers (a gift to five-year-old-me). a c... » Continue Reading
the fluorescent lights don’t flicker here—they shine steady, sterile, unblinking. where you once would've heard a soft heartbeat now only the hum of refrigeration units are audible. a low drone, drowning out the last words of the dead that were spoken under my breath, the sobbing over a lover that i do not remember. a tag is looped around my hallux, if thoughts could still race my brain i would c... » Continue Reading
at night when everything is quiet, the street lights flicker. the air is glacial and the wind's whispers could be mistaken for death whistling. i am restless in my grave, six feet deep—nowhere near close enough to the earth's core to be warm. i shift and mumble, my skin is translucent and my blood streams are like icicles. i pry open my coffin, dirt cakes underneath my long nails as i claw my way ... » Continue Reading
my baby's back but he isn't the man i love anymore. of course i love him, but after months of distance he became someone i haven't ever met. he's still here but he moves around my room as a phantom, merely a wispy echo of his former self. he tries to shield himself from my view yet the flint sparks—fire illuminates his face and casts a shadow as he burns so brightly, i chase away embers as i know... » Continue Reading
there's a knife in my chest, plunged through ribs, moulded into my heart—a dagger placed there the first time you touched me. your body on mine, each kiss, each closeness—impales me deeper. but i know stories of survival, of letting the knife be, as i know if i remove it my blood vessels will be severed and in deat » Continue Reading
my angel is the sun, and i am the moon. sure both are dazzling, yet the moon is not the one who enlightens universes. i can't help but wish that she could feel the sting of living in the orbit of a star like her. i love my angel but green eyes creep over my shoulder and poison dripped lips whisper blasphemy into my left ear, i'll swat the monster away but it's already made home in my bones. we bot... » Continue Reading
i could say that i've seen god, but truthfully i'm talking about you. as baptismal water swallows me whole, i bathe in our immorality, my impurity clings like a second skin—one that i wouldn't dare scrub away even if i could. can't you see that i would give up everything for you? there could never be words to describe all you are, and as my head remains filled with thoughts of you not one of them... » Continue Reading
at every party you'll go to, there's always one specific girl, and once you know her you'll never see her again. you'll spot her from across the room and she a girl who looks like a dream that you'll regret by daylight as you asphyxiate in her vanilla perfume and get drunk off kissing her. maybe if you follow these rules you'll see her again - or maybe you can save her from herself. call her baby,... » Continue Reading
i'm allergic to weed. i love men who smoke. i am only loved by those who are high. when i smoke i have reactions that last months with the small reward of but a couple hours of euphoria that turns sour before you know it. i love men who treat me as disposable, men who reek of drugs and lust, ones that will not love me in sobriety. i indulge in apathetic encounters with aggressive men, their taste... » Continue Reading
"you think you're important, boy i got bad news, you're mean and you're boring. they'll all forget you" - nessa barrett, pins and needles. when men think they're important, souls are crushed and women cry. you're only young my dear, you're but 17 and that boy you met at 15 is not the love of your life. he's not important yet you built a pedestal for him to sit on, and turned your white blood cells... » Continue Reading
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