Boaz Priestly

Boaz Priestly Feb 2016

My arms
they are like
train tracks
but the trains have
stopped running
and the path I follow
only leads me further down
and I am so tired

Boaz Priestly Feb 2016

I do not stitch
hands shake too much
for that
but I will carve
the words
into the tender flesh
of my *******
boy
boy
BOY

Boaz Priestly Feb 2016

Being myself
my TRUE self

Boaz Priestly Feb 2016

May as well just
push me
down the stairs
and end my suffering

Boaz Priestly Feb 2016

Whatever is is
any tighter
and
it'll **** me

Boaz Priestly Feb 2016

There used to be
stars in my eyes
constellations
on my skin
but now there is
nothing left but
black holes
and scars

Boaz Priestly Feb 2016

Scorpio
and ox
set in my ways
my own
worst enemy