

is it strange?
is it strange, this desire
to gouge out my eyes
and tear at my skin
and make myself bleed
to destroy my body
in any way i know how
as long as it distracts me
from the blades in my heart
which will not stop twisting
i want to be gone from this life
is it strange, this desire
to scream at the world
how much i hate it
and shred the traces
of these worldly desires
to infinitesimal pieces
to shatter every illusion
of hypocritical comfort
and let myself break
break in a way i always denied myself
break down and break free
i want to burn the world down
the rain slides down the window
the same shade as the gray sky
reflecting the shadows of my heart
i fit any box but each dries me up more
behind, the dark mountains loom
as unreachable as my lost happiness
raindrops are wiped away and fall again, unending
nothing ever stays
there’s more but i shut my mouth
emotion i cannot give voice to
i give up again, silent cracks.
they deepen within my mind, aching, yawning open
every day the mountains crumble
bowing under the weight of ancient water
their own weight and the merciless onslaught of wind
but unlike the earth i am a dead planet
no heat in my core to keep the world moving
try this! you won’t believe it’s not real!
empty souls
filled with empty carbs
empty promises
full of lies
fill us up
with pretty pics
and ads that say
this’ll stick!
go on and warp
our plastic hearts
apply some heat
and repeat
"look mommy! this doll eats just like me! if you press the button it says she puts her hand up to her mouth and chews, mommy mommy that's just like me! can we pleaseee buy one please? she's so pretty!"
sickly sweet
i poison myself
overgrown filth
mired in days gone
i cannot help
but dig myself deeper
sink my fingers
through silted strands
cocoon myself
in the aching empty
and dash myself
against any willing shore
goosebumps prickle
and the cold void looms
please, just a little
lend me some of your warmth
heated t(r)ickle against cold ribs
rotten flowers
petals flutter on my lips
would you take these crushed blooms,
curling brown edges
brushing skin to skin.
drop a petal and swallow
ants on my tongue
nectar drip,
you’re trapped in my amber.
pollen stuck in your lip balm
our sticky grainy slide
consuming our pieces.
cradle my thorns,
bloodied fingers, bloodied wrists.
i know something about that.
red on red on honey,
crumple your handfuls.
shower the ground,
trampled and trodden,
mud smears and scratches.
leave my rotten flowers behind.
world-traveler subsumed
drowning in it,
the sap remade you,
now who are you?
new-formed creature,
you slop-slop-slosh,
drained and drowned.
stuck on you,
paper labels and clotted glue,
caution tape suture,
(where is your more?)
(excised.)
silhouette of you,
the muck of past,
every chain link
dragging you back
in their hell,
their world,
an inhabitable cage.
the sap-made you.
thanks for the drink, honey.
it's only natural, dear.