tissue box
They could try again in a few years,
Yet she left the box untouched
And sewed her skin with salt
-Even though she was cleaned
By the torrent of tears.
The tissue dissolves in his touch,
It leaves residue as it brushes his lips,
It breaks away on his finger tips;
He absorbs it,
a more sinnued heart
Tuesday 29th September 2020 7:23 pm
Version 2
Primary and dull colours bore us,
But when my twin’s rainbow windows shine on my sallow skin,
They mix together and our veins are made deeper.
He animated us;
instead of simply seeing red:
We can taste the scarlett drawn by his bite on our lips.
It drips and sets ablaze our skin
-melting me to my twin
Tuesday 28th July 2020 3:02 pm
I can taste the scarlett drawn by his bite of my lips
I have glazed over eyes and dull grey skin.
My twin has flushed cheeks and rainbow windows.
The grey or primary colours bore us;
together the vermillion in our veins is deeper and there is synesthesia:
instead of feeling dead or simply seeing red,
I can taste the scarlett drawn by his bite of my lips.
Its dripping warmth claws at his back, it teases and pulls at his hair, and it...
Monday 27th July 2020 1:02 pm
The period of mental illness
The school nurse sighed
When the girls’ tummies ached.
But it’s not just a period:
Now it’s the doctors sighing,
Whenever I come in crying,
It’s just depression.
Monday 4th May 2020 5:37 pm
Talking to myself
I’m so alone
Está llorando,
No sé cuando terminará.
Si supiera:
Podría ayudarnos.
Estoy tan sola.
Tuesday 28th April 2020 3:22 pm
Norma’s genes are not human
Gushes of blood
In the black and white ink,
That dragged her through the mud
And sent her to the brink.
She drank the bleach
previously used
To blot out each
Word which oozed
The pus of her spots,
the goo in her eye:
It all pools and clots
Into one big lie.
How dare she wake up,
Without her makeup?
They are all spies,
She should pander to them
-Not h...
Tuesday 28th April 2020 2:28 pm
Buried alive
I’m wriggling my toes,
But nobody knows.
I’m Giggling and trapped.
But then she cracked.
I can’t breathe,
Now that i can leave.
The pressure is rising,
Their smiles are dying.
They don’t understand;
Just fucking stand.
-She’s only made out of sand.
You’re being immature
And an attention whore.
Shes my captor,
Holding me in a coma
-She’s like a blanket.
...Monday 27th April 2020 8:01 pm
Flies
I can't move or
that itchy buzzing
will stirr;
alarms sounding:
I'm faster,
than a corpse.
Wednesday 10th July 2019 1:24 pm
We are not your fucking pets.
It is a wicked smile they wear
as they watch the wolves wilt,
as at their flesh they tear
and accesorise with their pelt.
So they squirm and writhe,
ugly in their agony:
because in order to survive,
they surrender their dignity.
They howl at the moon,
and catch their reflections,
at the mercy of women.
So they degrade its subjects,
to the level of mere objects.
...Tuesday 9th July 2019 10:32 pm
In the shower
I'm hugging the sun,
embracing its rays.
The window is open,
wind strokes me in waves.
Outside noise is numbed,
by the rushing and pulsing:
the only sound to be heard,
is of our hearts beating and lips parting.
Condensation trickles
down the panes of the glass,
its mist blankets us,
from any memory of the past.
In fact: it feels as though,
we are in a womb,
...Saturday 6th July 2019 9:09 pm
Lump in my throat
This is about the guy who groomed me so language feedback would be 'really appreciated:)
In the sauna
I was an open wound.
My skin was anger:
sore and raw and
so self-conscious-
always naked.
I'd be feverish,
dehydrated,
and shaking.
The constant craving for salt,
was provoked by me,
so it was 'all my fault'
he was so thirsty.
He'd tear me apart...
Sunday 30th June 2019 6:44 pm
White noise
White noise is the cloak my mind wears
to protect me from its darkness.
I'm always elsewhere,
In a place of emptiness.
Tuesday 25th June 2019 3:23 pm
Waking up
I’m wrapped in cling film I’m sure of it:
(unlike sensation)
paralysed and mute, I feel it;
the temptation
to
rot.
Monday 24th June 2019 2:27 pm
Hour glass
I’ll be sanded away from the inside out,
hollowed, seared, and crushed.
I can only relieve the heaviness
and only by breaking the glass.
Monday 24th June 2019 2:25 pm
Narcissists anonymous
Desperate for your mind to be intertwined with mine,
I writhe and thrash into your seductions.
By being intimate we are lying:
pretending to have reached a resolution
-when really all I can feel is acute stinging
of my body and emotions.
Without engaging your feelings,
all I feel is friction;
down: your sciroccian winds are rasping
my spirit and global expectations.
A...
Monday 24th June 2019 2:20 pm
My telescope: Tommy
Out of focus there is nothing.
But he needles his way in.
And his warmth spreads,
and his essence flows and ebbs
in my mind and in my smile and in my bed.
He’s the cerebrospinal fluid
that floods my skull,
and all my cracks until I’m full.
Finally: a flash of his face and flesh;
vivid, quick, and then death.
Monday 24th June 2019 2:07 pm
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