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758 · Jan 2016
Ash Perri Jan 2016
Stranger, aquaintance, friend, lover..
they all become the same person.

Maybe you could,
I've lived to see you break a promise once.


You lied. blamed it on your remembrance, your faulty memory.
i have the truth in writing (the letters i finally tucked away)

Twice. I'm a fool.


Embarrassed, my safety net is full of holes.

We were strangers when i met you,
seems to me that we have been ever since. Might as well be.
587 · Jan 2016
Ash Perri Jan 2016
Mull over the the words you let sneak out.
Discard the contents of your pockets.
Stand clothed in your “slip ups” and “mudslides” and “losses of self”
since Heaven and Hell only take souls.
It’s your armor.
Oh, father.
Does it hurt?
Does my weight bring you down?
You made me your armor and now I can’t protect you.
I fell so far from your tree.
Time is the enemy.
The apple, descending in slow motion,
tears into the ground,
shredding earth,
with no deadline.
239 · Feb 2016
Ash Perri Feb 2016
Sick of circling the same road,
Sick of bearing the guilt,
So open the windows to cool off,
And heat pours in, instead

Perfect in weakness,
All my efforts to clean me
Leave me putrid and filthy
And how can you look at me
When I can’t stand myself

I tried to **** you.
You tried to save me.

You save me.
231 · Jan 2016
but I'm the lamb.
Ash Perri Jan 2016
The lion awakens; The valley is no longer at peace.

Natural order is restored, darling.
Hush, now.

The lion is awake, the lion will prey on the lamb;
You cannot trust that an animal be personified for too long.

Hungry? Feast, indulge.
Tired, exhausted? Dwell in sleep.
Run for the sake of running.
Chase for the thrill of it.

It is a much simpler riddle,

Answers come easily.
While personified, sometimes there aren’t answers.
Only questions.
206 · Jan 2016
Ash Perri Jan 2016
My heads spinning as if I’m on a carousel twice the speed. I can’t stand and when I do, I falter. The knots in my stomach continute to tighten, like weeds around plants. My fingers vibrate with intensity and my whole body begins to tremble with fear. Heart palpatations, that I cannot handle. My breaths become deeper, my face whiter and skin clamy. I am losing control. I claw at my throat as if I am digging my own grave. Please, let this not be the end. I can’t force my eyes to open they seemed to be glued shut. My scent increases and I smell blood. I’m getting suffocated. Somebody help me. This is agony. My cheek is cold from the stone pebble ground. I try to rub my eyes, it’s a blur as I open them. I blink several times before my vision becomes clear. Alleyway. My legs are uneasy, as if I am a infant trying to walk for the first time. My neck is in pain. I place my hand on my elbow, its oozing with blood. I see a light. My body is in excruciating pain from the fall. I move slowly. Making my way towards the light, it was a pub. My ribcage ached every time my lungs drew in a breath. I recognized my skin tight clothing in the light. Laced up corset. Figures, it was hard to make out. I knew they were people. My mouth opened trying to speak, but my voice was hoarse. Dry like the desert. I could not make a sound. Was this another dream? It felt too much like reality.
153 · Jan 2016
Ash Perri Jan 2016
“You seem a little disturbed today.”
“Oh no, just tired.”

I told another lie today.

To live in a world soley of inanimate objects, where one can never cling too tightly or talk too much in fear of it becoming the complaint of another. Everything that you left is exactly in the place that you once left it, in waiting. Nothing resents you for making it wait, for temporarily forgetting about it because you were distracted. All is how it has always been. Plush toys don’t know time, they know embraces and wet sloppy tears and whispers. They console us without uttering a word of advice, which is just a word for telling us what we already know the answer to, but wish that we did not. They listen, or let us pretend that they are listening, because sometimes we just need to pretend a little longer, to dull the pain a little longer. They do not become offended as we grip their throats and tear at their limbs and dampen their skins. They are safe, we make the choices for them.

— The End —