when it drips from his mouth
and splatters on the floor
painting his room like a ****** sunrise
and the light begins to watch his dance
from left to right
circles and circles, words and pleas
And he wrote on his wall in purple ink:
"Mercy is a kind man, his hands are warm and soft
he holds you like a child, he'll wrap you in a cloth
and when it's cold and dreary, and the howling doesn't cease
he'll toss you in his chamber, so the wolves can finally feast."
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
She loves to smile at them all
cocking her head to the side
teeth sharp, eyes sharper
she's got wit
and the way she walks
long strides, determined
she lost her left eye the other week
she's still looking for it
Lend a hand? she asks
smiling, still smiling
it doesn't look joyful on her
But they help her all the same
now she's got another eye
one green, one brown
and that kid, he's still crying
but what's he crying about?
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
Eat me alive
it's the stabbing pain
nails on a board
concrete smeared
it tastes like cake
sweet and sugary
it's bitter
it's ******
we like it
More, more, more
maybe I'm a zombie
or maybe it's just hunger
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
I grasped it
and held the air tight
I caught it!
it's in my
empty
hand.
-empty
That's fine
I hold it
harder
my nails break skin
my nails break bone
gone
empty
over and over
and over
and, and, and
They've started chanting now
the.. voices
they. them.
not real though.
my room is empty.
and if I say that enough
then the voices will be
gone.
perhaps
I've made them up
perhaps
they made me
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
They like it best
with dark, quiet rooms
when my breath fills the air
and the ceiling cries
I like it best with your hand in mine
the thought of your lips
and teeth and hands
your warmth
and hands
the sound of your breathing
the colors and lights
that brighten the sky
and hands
They like it best
when she screams and cries
and I watch as
they cut off her
hands
and I felt the pain, too
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
An empty plate
is so full
and crowded
I lift the spoon to my lips
and chew on air
all for you
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
Blank eyes, look his way
they see his soul, float away
He holds her tight
hand in hand, heart and mind
He can hold on forever
He can sense her pain
He can't stand the feeling
so He takes it away
Hush, they won't know
where I keep it hidden
Hush, it's too cold
to paint myself in red
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
I love the rush of anxiety
Feeling it crawl up my throat; a ball of nerves.
Sometimes, I want it to just rush out of me.
A round, small, spider-like creature with a million eyes all over and long, sharp legs.
I’d cradle it like a baby
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
I love the way
you talk to me
it makes me feel loved
but they hate it
and so they tell me it's false
and I believe them
I hate the way
I talk myself out
of love
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
I can't help but laugh
when I think about how
the only thing separating us
is 32 hours
and an eternity
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC