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I am taking it backlittle by littleLetting myself be enjoyed,complimented,caressedfor the first timeThe ice is softening,and I mind it a little,but no..
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He put his hands around my throatand choked me until I thoughtmy neck would break,until I could no longer get another "no"between pale lips,until the ..
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For as much time as I prefer to spend inside my headI also spend a fair amount of time disliking what's in thereLike I'm stuck inside a washing machin..
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Can't help but wonder if everyoneis pulling a Truman Show on meAre we real,is any of it realI'd pinch myselfbut pain is paineven in a paranoid delusio..
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Sometimesit feels like nothing is herenor thereor anywhere reallyMy hands are an elaborate illusioncatered to disassemble all that they touch,any frui..
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Always been an old soul,you knowEyes flicking back and forth,sucking up information so hard through the narrowest strawand gagging on the turgid detai..
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Do they really matter,the beginnings and endings?The middle is merely accessory,of the most gorgeous kindWe were dazzling,we sparkled,the tinkling of ..
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Did it hurt at all, me leaving you?Did you like breathing the fresh air?Like washing your pillows of my perfume,like putting my spare t-shirts in an A..
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My head is gone,my limbs are gone,I’m just a torsogathering bits of dustBunnies in my stomach,how do I get my limbs back,how do I expel the dust..
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Press your nose below my peach-fuzzed jaw, breathe in.To the veined crease of my wrist, breathe in.To the crown of my head, breathe in.Someone told me..
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