my hands ache from trying to squeeze blood from stone
my tongue is heavy with the silt I’ve swallowed
hoping to filter gold dust through my teeth
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#1993
Bast is
the shoulder to lean on
the breast to cry on
the arms to rely on
to hold on
to you
#1992
Can asexuals feel love?
Fun fact: no, we can’t!
I’m just a monster with a barbaric heart.
In some states it’s legal to shoot me on sight;
in others you need a permit.
I’ve been waiting for someone to put me out of my misery.
It hasn’t happened yet, but still I hope.
#1989
beneath a flat gray ceiling, no sun no sky
I think we live in a fucking parking garage
breathing in exhaust and someone else’s ash
I think we live in a fucking parking garage
breathing in exhaust and someone else’s ash
keep your head down, write your shitty poetry
avoid the puddles and the bodies
eh, we’re all gonna die anyway
avoid the puddles and the bodies
eh, we’re all gonna die anyway
#1988
Oh arrogant angel with your disdainful eyes, your contemptuous lips,
you wear apathy like Armani on your slim hips, your fine wrists,
rich in the security of your superiority.
Your cruelty’s a tease, oh fickle moon with that sickle smile,
long limbs lax but your sharp tongue’s fast
and you go for the kill every time.
#1982
oh, that first embrace
last embrace yet sole embrace
how teacups reverse
last embrace yet sole embrace
how teacups reverse
#1979
hello summer, please
strip me, scorch me, bleach my bones
are we not old friends?
are we not old friends?
