We find a little viciousness in every breathing thing,
WrIthIng in exasperated pain,
Somehow living without a brain
And eating without a face.

Where does this carnivorous flower bloom?
In fleshy, wheezing caverns,
Whispering of humanity and all its boons.

Oh, hideous beast,
Stinking of singed hair and ****** moons,
Lay under the blade of my knife,
And let me vanquish the despised you -

Once the warring bodies fall silent,
Quivering in anticipatory delight,
Will the thrashing corpses relax under the vultures' blackened eyes.

There are countless lies dripping off the tip of my tongue,
Melting through the ground beneath,
Creating a peephole to the center of the earth.

Staring back into my agonized face-
A judgemental, fiery eye scorching every piece of flesh it can see.
Something ignored today can also be ignored tomorrow,
Until it erupts from below, leaving me to molten fate.

Ignoring? What can I say? You seem to know better than I what my answer would be, and yet you ask anyway.
I can't bring myself to deny it to your face,
So what else can I say?
If I pretend it never existed,
My days remain peaceful,
Until they simply can't,
And so I dread the rising sun and the twittering birds,
Praying that dusk will help me fade.

Why am I always the problem
If I'm such trouble then ******* get rid of me?
Are you stuck with me-
Just obligation like duty?
Then quit acting like any of this is for me
******* do you really love me?
Why are we always here and I'm the one to blame?
Or am I really just the problem and I can't handle the name.
Why reach out just to crush my hand
Why direct just to turn me right around-
Is it me?
Am I the problem,
Because that's all you seem to call me besides that name you know I hate,
Because to you, I can never be
And even when I fall apart you don't relent,
"I'm listening!"
To what?
It can't be me cause you just keep saying
The same ****, over and over again.

In truth we have left ourselves behind,
Watching decay embolden an ignorant mind,
Are we so different from the version we meant to cast away?
From empty to open, endless space,
All of our nothing seemed to you,
To be something,
And yet none of it remains by your side.
Keep craving the things you'll never bring yourself to achieve,
That hateful longing provides the only nutrition I need,
Linger in shades that hide the daylight,
Always seek out that miserable night,
When you finally accepted the woes of life -
And you remembered to ask yourself,
Is it just me, or has it always been you, disguised as we?

Blue and white,
Young starlit nights,
Cradled in the soft string lights,
You and I but shadows in endless black.

At one point the name shattered,
And, we, became the same.
Surrounded by a constant new,
Something begs to be born,
But the soil is long withered,
And the sun's fallen to the moon.

Burning up the bookend wax,
Time slowing to match my heart,
Leaning into broken silence,
Scritch-scratching lead leaving a hurried, feverish mark.
No peeping,
Nor perked ears,
So even the walls find time to sleep.

Wicker candles,
Fine wooden handle,
Sea salt caramel foam -
Desert Amber
Billowing incense whispers,
"Yes, we are alone."

Quick to melt,
yet slow to smile,
Nesting in the dusty scent of old.