White lines in my head lines lines lines like an empty notebook like a line on a mirror, cut so fucking perfect, so neat, I’m not neat I’m messy — not ruined just different just unusual like the taste like the burn at the top of my nose, deviated postnasal…

I’ve been a vegetarian almost my whole life but lately all I want to do is to devour a raw, bloody steak with my hands and I’m wondering what this means because I still love cows, but the distance between a cow and what I think of when I see…

I walk barefoot through entangled snakes in the desert, covered in sores that clue snakes waiting like landmines, diamond backed scales of silk blend together into one, smelling my sickly sweat, my longing for you. Snakes taunt me with forked tongues, hissing songs of paradise — oh how rich the…

You leave me, untouched like rooms in a house that are unused just for show. You want me pretty, spotless cobweb free. You want me — plastic wrapped and squeaky clean. Just for show. I am the dining room you never use. Watching as you take your meal elsewhere, anywhere but here. Leaving…

simmers, splinters edges of fingertips peel pick, pick me grab on to my edges chip away at my form until you see the real me. a glowing orb of pure fucking love weightless, free from all the baggage of skin and bone and tongue. this form has nothing but love. this form is nothing is everything. this form is the sea is…

my sun burns for you. only my waves, always crashing. blue splintering, fracturing at my shore. always rushing to you. come to my beach, sink your feet in my sand, help me turn glass into softness, bleed with me rub my salt into your skin, slowly submerge into me. swallow. …

I’m all round face — good morning swollen eyes, errors, eyelashes stuck together, mouth, morning breath — sour could shake loose a tooth, bring a lost tear to the brim. I’m so wired fractured nails from picking, scratching at inside itches. wired wrong, so many errors, did you dream about…

It was like I knew something was wrong before it all happened but I was too busy being busy to really notice you know like busy with work, driving to work, music too loud to hear my own thoughts, busy with going places to distract myself, to kill time, busy…

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