fluidly:

we let them kiss our skin in bittersweet redundancies:
sex,sparrow’s injury on repeat — broken record,
spun once too many times and cracked and scratched
and sounding static screams like broken glass
(
and if you’ll ask, we don’t have any dreams
because the nightmares haven’t passed )

you’re miles’ worth of tattered tourniquets
dirty bandaids, you look so good in red, in rust
to match your filthy bloodlust when you
look at your reflection —
your insides pluck your vocal chords like picks
and you will scream to run the venom out,
you scream to run the venom out.
you are not made of music
you were never made of music,
you are made of noxious noise.

the weight of chains, the
weight of pain.
you suffocate in sunlight
and you bruise in softly rain-
ing showers. you’re
allergic to the flowers, and
the world cannot help you.
you’ve been burnt too many times,
you’ve learned to burn your body too.

fluidly:

i found my bucket list again
three hundred fifty-nine flashes of vitality
and i (again) pushed it in a corner    cried
and am still waiting in an empty yard
for a train i can latch onto 

fluidly:

useless child, don’t you see?
your life is meant for me—
in every wound you burn into
that skin that can’t belong to you;
in every wound you etch into
that skin that can’t suffice for you,
i am perched at every breath
every nook and every doorstep, 
i will starve you; i will bleed you
and you’ll cry, “please help, i need you—”

and i will wipe your tears with blood again
so you live out your catatonic death —
because remember: if you try to live
i’m perched at every breath

fluidly:

somnolent snares of sweeping vines
whose veins creep quietly on tiptoes

sleepy stares from windows  
resting on their windowsills  
a world so majestic     so still and so divine—
   you cry beyond the valley
you bleed stories from the hills 
but in the thickness of the air
your passion travels nowhere

choked in leaves like chewing glass
how crass it is to say i love you
but most obscene with distances
are the words i love you too 

fluidly:

princess of instability
whore for self destruction
piece of shit
you tried to sell your mind to demons
so you wouldn’t have to feel it
and the memory of sirens
feels fresh, “911 my daughter’s sick please help”
and though you offered them your mind
they’re killing for your flesh

fluidly:

I.

death letters pressed upon a child
wild eyes       wild hair, unbrushed 
untouched     unwashed in broken
beaten lives   so many lives, glass
grain bloated filled with filth the
child substitutes for its reflection—

do not look
in the direction
of the sun

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you aren’t just damaged, you’re irreparable. 
a too-tired monster, dangerous and
bleeding