Monsters,
they don't have
reflections.
They sense rejection
and think they're not worth
it.
worth love,
so they get rid of.
themselves.
Their personality,
morality turned upside down.
Originality is,
gone.
So think.
No reflection,
no connection.
Are you a monster too?

She explained loving her wouldn't be easy.
He agreed, it would be war.
He held the gun as she handed him the bullets.
He softly sighed as he embraced the blessing of the massacre in front of him.
She ran her fingers through her hair in
distress, grasping the top of her skull.
He looked at her and saw the storm in her eyes.
He knew without question, she was wondering if
she was worth it.
She wanted him in the bluntest way.
She wanted him endlessly, to the millionth degree.
But, there were no words she could find to put together to explain the unworthiness she felt.
Then fell a silence.
He looked into her eyes as he placed his
finger on the trigger.
He loved her.
And to know what he would do for her
terrified him.

My soul is alive...
I am in a journey and I dont really know where I am going...
I am constantly between well and unwell...
Between good and bad...
Hopefully more good than bad.
My soul sometimes feels tired and hopeful at the same time.
I am certain only of one thing...
That I am alive.

She only needed three fingers;
one for demands, one for insults, one to show love.
Her pinky made her feel too prim,
and her thumb made her feel like too much of an ape.
She had no need to hold on to anything,
and no reason to open any doors,
she just wanted a little silence from the thunder
and to see the cracks in the ground on a hot day.
One set of clothes for the doctor,
one set of clothes for the preacher,
and one set of clothes for the home.
She still has a forest green rotary phone with the ringer cut out
just incase the stove gets angry or the roof caves in.
She hated the Beatles and probably hates us,
but that's okay, we're not all that special, are we?

“Delete me.”
I am stuck in a code
that repeatedly
hurts me,

Bits of binary
classification
of various nations.

How people
Define
My mind
Demand
That I bend
To their morality
That I accept
Their form
Of finality

Enter
Code word
Banality
So I never excel
And we never
Get well
Cause they disabled
The anti-virus
And they want
To crash the whole system

It is not their matrix
We exist in
But an expanding universe
Of quantum possibilities

So before they get to me
Try to make me forget
Who I used to be
I say delete me