i need to get in here more often i think... yeesh...
something new... let the rotten produce chucking begin....
plant your heavy foot down
yes
on my back
i offer it up as a sacrifice
god, you were worth it
i can take my hands from my head now
my bed possessed
grown arms
strangled me with your breath
nausea ticks in
clockwork grinding a brain within my stomach
your winter germinates
spreads its finger-like roots through my ribcage
through my hair
i am vulnerable
waiting to be raped by cruel indifference
kiss the statue again
yes
let me pretend i'm more than stone to you
i had a drive to go on breathing
but was defeated by the numbing
knocked me underneath
the wall of fear
pinned me down
slammed the wind from my lungs
the screaming stops
but your mouth dances on
your white lips moving soundlessly
across the floorboards like
rat predators on the warpath
your face haunts
throbbing guilt into the sheets
pounding love like
a disease out of the skull
the cheekbones of cliffs
the faces of mansions in eden
this is paradise
i tell myself
breathe
never forget to breathe
it's a little darker than most of the stuff i've been working on, but i've been thinking about some weird shit as of late. happier stuff coming soon i swear.
*woof*
"Think sexy! Think kinky, not weird. Weird implies there's medication in her past... or present. Kinky means she's got a grip on her fetishes." - Kim Ficera