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kaycog Nov 2017
holding my breath harder than you held onto my hand
liquid pressure rests relentlessly upon my crown
my aching arms sift slowly through the abyss
deeper, darker, down I go
weary with the warm water staining trails upon my face
kaycog Nov 2017
love me with the endless dedication of a ladybug forcefully crashing itself into a light bulb because of its unattainable beauty
kaycog Nov 2017
maybe I miss you
but if I'm honest with you
I'm too busy to be lonely
kaycog Nov 2017
of the twelve rocks you threw
eleven, my window never knew
but the last of such, nature acted upon
stone hit the glass, my curtains were drawn
hand on the fabric, reverberating panes
poured artificial light, over the grassy plains
over the valley and on the hilltop
I find myself there, so please never stop
kaycog Oct 2017
I'll **** the venom from the fang marks
buried deep in your palm
wipe the blood from my mouth,
thick red words coat my tongue
I can't blame you for the claws
that slice into my flesh,
for their appendages grow
from my own betraying hands
that skewer the pulsing,
pumping organs
burrowed beneath my skin
as I cry to the rhythm
of my own heart bleeding out
*end me now
kaycog Oct 2017
clutter fills my head
I hide in clefts and in folds
grey dreary matter
kaycog Sep 2017
I'm the queen of take out.
Let's take turns using plastic forks to stab at fried rice
that ends up tossed casually into overflowing trash bins,
You know all too well I'll neglect to take them out
I guess it beats the alternative as
eating out is overrated, not like we could decide anyway
we aren't cultured just because you greet me using Spanish
so we leave it be
I'll regret never leaving, and you can hate me for hanging on
but you'll have to face me from across the table as you chew to avoid conversation
I found that quote on the packet my chop sticks came in. It speaks to me.
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