i’ve thrown up batteries. the acid stains my throat a bright green color. the green that stings your eyes, swollen. i cry blood from the womb, enough to fill a pothole. and all the trauma is trapped under my nails; it makes me gag when i cleanse it. are these illusions real? my mouth’s left agape as pandora’s box breaks— i was left stunned. and the nauseating hum, the whir of my » Continue Reading
this woman— yes, this female. she notices my every move, as i twitch ecstatically, crawling in my skin to greet her. her voice is like feathers, descending from the heavens. i hear her in my head, she’s my voice of conscience. she’s covered in grime but it suits her so well. and she’s sock-footed, sick and selfish, or maybe she’s deceiving me. though i wasn’t manipulated although her » Continue Reading