Layers
peeled back
everyone's wearing
so many layers.
Under my thin thin skin
the words I haven't spoken
the thoughts I haven't registered yet
beating right inside my chest
the dirt I let in you can't see
the lines, scars, burns, cuts
wounds make up me
wounds made of me
angry, welting, scorched
fade to cool pale shapes in my soul
j'ai faim, j'ai faim
mais je n'ai pas vui
la nourritures pour ma vie
for my soul
I can't see breathe feel think move bleed love hurt
all I can do is be.
But I can't even do that.
I can barely speak.
So I write.

Careful breaths
methodical
wing-like

caress my cheek
crawl down my neck
inch and slide
down the small of my back
encase me
imprison me
embody me
preserved
I’m frozen
stuck. Stopped.
Mesmerized, shimmering and numb.

Something so fluid
so graceful, alive
the words, the whisper
twines, weaves, vines, snakes
taking her to the grave
to the higher place
lifted with an unknown destination
yet buried, swallowed
she's been taken
claimed
the breaths will never stop.
Wings that forever beat.
Dewy,
a cage of bones and a thing of beauty.

i used to be broken

i was dying in side

and now the roaring silence

that once cut me so deep

burning through the layers of my soul

silently writhing under my skin

has faded to a soft echo

a ringing in my ears once in awhile

a scar.

I am a strange girl.
sometimes i love everything, everyone.
sometimes i hate all possible things in the world to hate.
sometimes i wish i was someone else.
sometimes i love myself more than any other.
sometimes i hate every shred of sole being in my body more than i want to imagine.
sometimes i love everything i think, do, say.
sometimes everything is wrong with me.
sometimes everything is wrong with everyone else.
sometimes i understand everyones brains, know what they think and how they feel.
sometimes i dont understand anything or anyone at all.
i live in a world of my own, with everyone else in it.

I'm sitting here
and thinking
I'm ******* tired
of love.

please, if you do anything

dont leave

dont leave

just stay. with me

an absence of you makes echoing

chasms in my chest

heart in the marsh, empty cavity

when i feel the hollow

in my bed

the cold spot where you aren’t

i want need miss you so hard

i can taste it

i could breathe it

i could cry it

if only salty oceans

would bring me back to you, you back to me

when you’re not here

my own voice bounces around in my head

reverberates off the walls of my ribs

eternal.

always i whisper
into your ear
my sweet thoughts
masking my fear

i pour my soul
into your mind
you, the puzzle piece
impossible to find

i breathe a mist
inside your brain
on the other side
they slip out again.

goodbye.