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misha Feb 2020
I love how
the hot water cascades over me
burning my skin,
reddening my old scars.
I want to hurt again.

I love how
my tears spiral down the drain
and spiral into the sea.
Oh, will the sirens pity me
as much as I do?

I love how
I can walk between worlds
as an entity, scrolling through time,
turning eternities into seconds.
I have the eyes of god.

Until I am curled up like a baby,
lying on the hard tile
and shivering in the falling cold.
Only rage illuminates
my empty soul.

I love how
I can wander endlessly
and end up in the same pathetic place,
the same alluring fantasy
of making you suffer forever.
I love spending hours dissociating in the shower. What even is existing ahaha
misha Feb 2020
I am one with
the lovely velvet darkness
that covers my light
from those who wish to ***** it out.

And I am one with the moon,
who sends me sweet messages
when a voice
would have me caught.

And I am one with the violets,
picked by a lonely girl
arranged into a bouquet
and then thrown away.

We were too scared to stay.
misha Feb 2020
Little lost kitten curled up in her cocoon,
with a halo of the moon,
a halo of the moon.

Liar, liar with the calico fur,
but hear how I purr,
hear how I purr.

I want a lover to keep me warm,
keep me safe from the storm,
safe from my storm.

Curled up in the closet, talking on the phone
I want to go home.
I don't have a home.

Damaged little kitten with the tiniest mew
Am I safe with you?
Am I safe with you?
kinda grossed out by the fact that people perceive me as an entity that exists, not gonna lie
misha Jan 2020
That night, you would have found me,
sitting in a tree and watching the fireworks
from the city in slow motion,
opening themselves like lilies,
framing the night with sparks,
fanning into the darkness their sweet perfume.

My nadir, reflected in your eyes,
I see the light of the full moon.
Rippling like silk,
soft to the touch like velvet.
What creatures lurk beneath those waves?
What jaws will close around my curious hand?
misha Jan 2020
There is a place in my mind
where there are ropes made of vine
hanging down from the moon,

supporting a swing,
covered in flowers that sing,
I'd love to go back there soon.

His lover, so fair,
who makes her home there,
has wings that shimmer with light.

While he is asleep,
in dreams so deep,
she runs to me every night.

Transcend with me.
Make yourself believe,
and maybe you will visit me too,

in my grand delusions
the sweetest illusions
will finally make themselves true.
some are on a higher plane of existence than the rest.
misha Jan 2020
Shatter my glass eyes and allow me to see,
invite in the lights of the galaxy.
No longer koi fish, now dragons are we
out of the fishbowl and into the sea.
Leap over that swirling waterfall with me
falling in wonder through eternity.
I want to be free
I want to be free
misha Dec 2019
If you were to undress me
you would watch
as I peeled off and discarded my wings.
You trusted the mirage
that covered up the void
behind my eyes.
My existence is nothing but illusion.
My halo is nothing but mirrors.
If you're an angel, why do you have fangs?
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