i love under this mountain ocean
with a ghostly dream
my slow and warm
tiny sky handed you
a horrible friend
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
if my lungs were filled
with sand and ashes
i would still choke out
sonnets and haikus
and tell you how much i think of you
if there were a garden in my ribs
i would water it and care for the life within
in hopes that you would someday come in
and brush your fingers over
the jasmine and roses and ivy and bluebells
that adorn the walls of my heart
if my eyes were diamond crystals
opalescent shades of angel feathers
i would tear them out and
curl fingers of silver around them
and string them around your neck
so that they could rattle alongside
your beating pulse forever
if my teeth were to grow too sharp
nothing but fangs that tear and snap
full of venom, leaking from my lips
i would sew my mouth shut
and sit evermore in silence next to you
so you could never get hurt
and if my tongue were
dead in my mouth
i would breathe out your name
even if it never left my throat
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
i’m too heavy, too full
of venom and scorn
i wish i had a birds hollow bones
so i could fly above
the desolate and lovelorn
but instead i dig and
i dig and i dig and i dig
i sink into the core of the earth
and i melt into magma
to burn into ashes and return
back to where i was made
i am a hornet of an angel
with a silver knifepoint stinger
and rice paper wings
they flake and crumble
and cry and rumble
i am an insect of a woman
with grotesque snapping jaws
and two druxy hearts
staring into the window of
ephemeral eternal deflowering
so i die, i die, and i die again
my feathers are weighed
down with oil and rot
so i rip into myself
and chew on my loathing
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 8:12 PM UTC
every night
i dream of love
of the hazy warmth
of another soul
yearning flows,
through my very blood
and i can feel my heartbeat
spilling onto my bedsheets
i bleed melancholy
i am morose, moronic
and forever mindless
waiting, weeping, wanting
I CANNOT CONTINUE
TO STARE AT MY CEILING
AND WAIT TO BE DESTROYED
BY THE MONSTER
THAT IS LOVE, TRUE LOVE
LOVE WILL DEVOUR ME
FERVENTLY AND WITHOUT MERCY
IT IS A FERAL, HAUNTING THING
YET I STILL WANT
OH, I WANT I WANT I WANT
i’ve never wanted anything more
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 10:45 PM UTC
my blood is warm
when it spills
drip—ping
down
my
thighs
my heart longs
to speak words,
secrets of
the flesh
but instead
she just weeps
and pounds against
my ribs, her cage
and my stomach
is wet with her tears
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 10:44 PM UTC