everything you told me
why did it sound so beautiful
when the way you moved
looked so ******* ugly

my senses can't be failing me.
i believe you now when you show me who you are.

you watch quietly as your very own flesh splits
the edges curl, distort, and contract
alive, they dance for you
dark fluid rushes out
rolls along the counter, seeps into tile's cracks
maybe then you realize you've gone too far
allow this
a greedy grin gathers at your mouth

your body is no longer
your pain is no longer
vacant

I woke up and it wasn’t you
her hands were not safe

they were craving, pulling, grabbing
they were not home

they definitely were not you
and it was definitely not our 5:32

maps in your small hands
they burn
they burn your dry skin
and you laugh, you run
brush the ash off your palms
trail off as if its nothing

burgundy carpeted walls
saturated in thick smoke
blown from the bodies of lifeless teens
draped over slick couches

their days drip together
slow blinks and empty faces


and these are the people you want to become?