.sooner or laterwe'll fall throughthe trapdoor of death
.love like thunder;make yourself known
.you break freefrom the grip ofthe oceanjust to die inthe arms of the shorefrom exhaustion
.the rabbits twitchin their sleep;they dreamof red bitten neckswet with spit,the birds dream of their eggscrackedand runny -the mice dream of hearingthat tabby cat screamas the teeth of life ripitwide open
.i said death,death is a closet;let's all just hangourselves up and keepthe place tidy -
.i feel in a languagei don't understand,and the wings of the bird in my kitchen, theywon't get to feel the sky anymore -and sometimes doesn't it feel good?to put two fingers round the neckof a flower andsnap,hear the petals scream fortheir withering limbs,then start choking(instinct)
.i’ll spendmy wholelife playingdead sothat itleaves mewell alone
.i remember the springwhen you did not growand our arms unfurledfor no one
.in the bodyof a dead womani am aliveand kicking
.we are allstrayssearching forhomes ineach other
.there's no pointin leaving the chrysalisif you've gotno desire to fly
.i dug up thepast again, thosememories viciousand snarlingi set them looseinside the houseand now we haveto leave
.my first homeis gone,turned intoa pathway,a thick greyveintrailing throughthe heart of town,i know that i'm notcut out for thistoday, the skya sheet oftissue paper,wrap me up orscrew me upin it, pickone of the two -i snap your smile, hardover my thigh,keep on walking(go softly, past the small graves)
.i will swallowthat white pearlon my tonguebut i'll open upfor no one
.night stalksthrough the streetsand tonighthe is collecting -i lay my boneson the pavementevenly spaced, buti know that he won'treally like this,my spine whispers,i think you needto stand up for yourself -you bottomless pitof despairyou're hellyou're smallyou're small smallsmallenough to pushinto that lake -i am,i wonder how muchrain i could fit in my mouthbefore it's consideredhalf full, andhow many branches of the familyi could fellbefore it's consideredall dead,and the blackit starts in the top lefthand corner, i see it when i layon my bed,it splits itself fourthe first to my eyes,my mouth, my handsthen my headinsideon the metal, i layin the bathi breathe out and i feelmyself sink(they aren't quite clean enough)
.i hearthe sun hisswhen it catchessight of the moon,i see you too, so pleasedo not come any closer -i crack wordswide open to see justwhat they're reallymade of, and i longto do the sameto you, i thinka crowbar is the only thingthat would give youa more open mind, iswing then prise -you laughand saya moth in searchof the lightis boundto get burned(what are you in for?)
.she saysdarling,you weren't madefor anything else(cutting this cord day by day)
.i've got a few bonesin my closet but they aren'tmine, they don't quite fit
It Comes With AgeYour bonesmight as wellbe of papier-mâché,at thetragic ratethey're decayingaw a y.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.
radiantI am shaking ligaments, tender machinations, unrealistic ideologies of anarbitrary cynicist. [gaps between human sympathyare toxic; breathingis a chore. there is a careful warmth in the combined effort of necessity's unwanted side effects.]we are the forgotten.we are the tangled limbsand childhood stories fora more sensitive future; weare the longing, we arethe limitless. we are measured in the people we touch;and I will love you in the UV light of hide and seek paranoia. I love you in the red shimmer of harbored dreams, I love youin the industrial gl
No rest for a weary heart.Yesterday my mother asked me what Iwould name my children and I told her thatI did not want any. She scoffed at meand shook her head, insistingthat once I found the"perfect man"all of that would change.And I thought backto all the times when my palmssweated and my throat ran dryand my cheeks heated up just becausea girl walked by whose lipswere so pretty and pink that all I wantedto do was taste them."No,"I replied, swallowing the acidthat was threatening to crawl out ofmy mouth,"it will take a lot more than thatto convince me."Because despite the fact thatthe mere thought of a manwith arms that could carry the weight of theworld holding me tight couldmake my legs crumble beneath me,I just don't know if itwould be the right choice.I remember oncewhen I let it slip that I supportedthose who loved all gendersmy parents stared at me as if Ihad admitted to murder. "It's wrong,"my father had exclaimed and to me,his words were a toxin more deadlythan arsenic
StoryI know you have a story hiddenIn your chest but you’reAfraid to wear it on your sleevesFor everyone to see. No needTo worry – I’ve seen scarred arms,I’ve known people who let theirDemons take over their hearts.Your story is just as valid asMine; even if it’s just a fairytale.
This is loveIn this empty roomWe stand togetherIn silenceIn the darknessOur shattered heartsBleeding together as oneWhile the blood runsThrough our cold skinThis is what love is likeTwo broken peopleSharing their painMerging their empty soulsWe forget about the worldBecause we live in a world of our ownUnited as oneIn an illusion of happiness
feed me briar patch kissesYou plucked me ripe from the vinea summer blackberry,so roll me soft between your fingerssqueeze me till I burst.I'll stain your palmsand everyone will know you're mine.
.not too much moreicicles in the desert.whatever you give me,give it to me undivided.thank you for your quintessence:"if you're out of ordinary,you need a refill."
Sanctuary?Shadows Can't Follow You In The Dark.
.i keep wearingmy skinlike an old wornjacket and jeans,stitchedover andover again