The soup is getting old.
The colours have drained from our world.
It's like.
The ponds have been deprived of water.
Like how were deprived of love and affection.
Were all so desperate but.
For something far worse.
We want the unknown.
We want the colour we don’t remember
We want the bark.
Thats embedded itself into our children.
We feel ourselves slipping.
Our emotions twisting.
Our hearts squeezing.
At times it hurts so bad, but.
The pain reminds us of were alive.
That hot tensing in my ribs.
The clutch of my palm against my chest, My heavy breathing.
Late night panic attacks, nightmares.
The ones that croak. Their.
Taunting us with their dull.
With their lack of dept and care.
They blend.
With the bark on their bones.
They Grow.
Like how branches reach to the top.
They Take.
And they do not give.
Their taking land we never seen.
We're losing so much.
We never had before.
But we still wish. We still hope.
Even when.
there isn’t anything to grasp.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 2:28 AM UTC
The nail of my thumb brushes a scab,
The raw skin stinging.
My fingers clench, nails imbedding themselves in my palms.
Was chewing the side of my cheek.
Could taste the metalic in my spit.
Could clearly hear my thoughts.
Or what I thought where my thoughts.
Couldn’t tell them between.
Murmur and word, Couldn't
Lower my voice
To a point
Where she wouldn't flinch
When only my lips would tremble.
Wanted to take back what
she didn’t know.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 6:05 PM UTC
She was standing still, just like I was.
Her hair swaying in same wind as yesterdays.
Everything was white
The only exception being the crater.
That was black and a grey gradient.
Apart of her skin the same gradient three or four metres
Coming down from that crater.
It took me some time.
I didn’t want to believe that I couldn’t reach for her
And if I did, she would be cold.
If she wasn’t made of material,
Could I feel her warmth?
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC
There was a soft thud, the sound vibrating through the air but loud enough to warn me.
Its furry shadow flickered across the window.
The sheets where already above my head.
I was curled, terrified on what was to come. And yet...
A thud, another. A bang, a shriek.
Its teeth were scraping along the wood of the door.
It was soon to come in, the collar given sitting beside me.
It wasn’t for it anymore.
She told me it was the perfect name.
I thought my name was perfect too.
Until I had to wear it.
its shadow emits over the window, creating darkness like the night.
It was quiet. It wasn’t scraping the door or thumping its feet.
It was staring.
I thought of it at least being peaceful.
But there is no peace in the silence it gives us.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 6:01 PM UTC