i cannot continue
to empty out
an already empty water jug
curled in the frosted grass
my skin is sliced
by a tiny sword
leaving this rash
of dots
all over my hands
hot air
and extreme defiance
has been coursing through my veins
i wish i looked as sick
as i feel inside
because then i could subsist on
giggles and green tea
and perhaps
blood transfusions
and
saline
and
exhaustion
peculiar creature
digs in the rocky earth
with a twig
meant as kindling
peculiar creature
is content
dwelling alone
like Pluto
once recognized
soon dismissed
i wish this
tea was spiked
with more honey
or more hope
or more self worth
i never understood the appeal
of flowers
or why
they needed to be given
in bouquets
peculiar creature
lights a candle
and prays
to nobody
peculiar creature
feels nothing
but
peculiar
oh dear
who
will
stop
him
now?
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
i cannot continue
to empty out
an already empty water jug
curled in the frosted grass
my skin is sliced
by a tiny sword
leaving this rash
of dots
all over my hands
hot air
and extreme defiance
has been coursing through my veins
i wish i looked as sick
as i feel inside
because then i could subsist on
giggles and green tea
and perhaps
blood transfusions
and
saline
and
exhaustion
peculiar creature
digs in the rocky earth
with a twig
meant as kindling
peculiar creature
is content
dwelling alone
like Pluto
once recognized
soon dismissed
i wish this
tea was spiked
with more honey
or more hope
or more self worth
i never understood the appeal
of flowers
or why
they needed to be given
in bouquets
peculiar creature
lights a candle
and prays
to nobody
peculiar creature
feels nothing
but
peculiar
oh dear
who
will
stop
him
now?
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