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i
it’s not like they said it would be easy.
when you look at me
open-mouthed and dewey-eyed,
negligent; and your laughter
slurs together like runoff sewage,
and your voice is drowning in
a certain kind of sadness, the one
reserved for the faults
we never asked for; and you sigh,
heavy, like I am back sitting in
your throat between your adam’s apple
and the truths you dare not speak;
you pity me.
ii
it’s that very same weakness which
delivered me naked and trembling
into the skin of a person
I never was; pity
does not require action, disappointment
does not take away from the burning human need
to overcome oneself. I’m sick of living
tomorrow regretting the person I am today;
I drained her all out in a fit of desperation,
and filled myself through with vodka giggles
and scribbled lines and you, darling, you,
who fears nothing but the skeleton girl
sleeping quietly in your closet.
it’s not like they said it would be easy.
when you look at me
open-mouthed and dewey-eyed,
negligent; and your laughter
slurs together like runoff sewage,
and your voice is drowning in
a certain kind of sadness, the one
reserved for the faults
we never asked for; and you sigh,
heavy, like I am back sitting in
your throat between your adam’s apple
and the truths you dare not speak;
you pity me.
ii
it’s that very same weakness which
delivered me naked and trembling
into the skin of a person
I never was; pity
does not require action, disappointment
does not take away from the burning human need
to overcome oneself. I’m sick of living
tomorrow regretting the person I am today;
I drained her all out in a fit of desperation,
and filled myself through with vodka giggles
and scribbled lines and you, darling, you,
who fears nothing but the skeleton girl
sleeping quietly in your closet.
Literature
Museling
Red wine rambles
curdle the air, but still
you dream; half-moon
body curled in the
lamp light. I am leaving,
I am leaving, choking on
some holy word—
the floorboards creak,
a sonata for my
changeling shadow
whilst you, hair tangled upon
the pillow, are spun gold.
Literature
napowrimo
1. i've stopped fearing
my nightmares
and when i dream about
dying
i just see your face
and get your songs in my
head and stuck in my
throat
and i understand you now
i get it.
i get it
i get it.
now stop.
2. this is the darkest timeline.
this is everything that can go wrong
going wrong.
this is worse than you dying
this is worse than the burning
this is worse than you overstaying your welcome.
i cant even talk to him anymore
cause it just sounds like
he's sticking his fingers in his ears
and screaming how he's
notlisteningnotlisteningnotlistening.
which i should have done a long time ago.
3. i try to comprehend it sometimes
cause i kn
Literature
Midnight: A Rensaku
I'll hold you, fold you
tuck you safe in my rib-cage
-like first love's letters
I'll seek heaven in your gaze,
constellations on your lips
Catch the butterflies
fluttering in my rib-cage
-they know me so well
Write on cerulean skies,
breathe under turquoise waters
You pick at my scabs
kiss me deep in my rib-cage
-while I ache from bliss
I'm but a half-baked body,
your warmth will surely rot me
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I understand everything about this work.You may not believe me but my life is so similar now that I can feel this work.Thanx