on the phone
you talk and talk until suddenly
you say you're going to let me go.
i stare out empty, filling in images
over the blank wall, it's became a sort of ritual as of late;
the vague daydreams are bound to crumble back to memory
some way or another
if not wear it's bite marks like tiny wounded flags
i let grow swollen. i only wish you never changed me like you did. i remember gathering rugburnt rashes
on our underthighs, making each other's jaws twitch
with the electric heater as our modern day campfire.
it's a good day for a warm shower, to burn my skin red and peel an unrecognisable face out of the mirror, a clense, a diy baptism;in the aftermath: i showered as many times as i had to,
i saw the outcome miles away (it was a certainty any time i dared to speculate on the possibility)
O why am i so sickened ?
i had to figure out if i had any right to be
and the days dragged on so long.
your eyes glowed like chasms once,
they've grown oxidated and cold since.
i hope i've done my part to change you too.
Sometimes I've felt like a pawn being puppeteered to trapeze a thin string,
Knowing for sure that I'm drawing a noose but waiting to know who it's for.
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 3:54 PM UTC
on the phone
you talk and talk until suddenly
you say you're going to let me go.
i stare out empty, filling in images
over the blank wall, it's became a sort of ritual as of late;
the vague daydreams are bound to crumble back to memory
some way or another
if not wear it's bite marks like tiny wounded flags
i let grow swollen. i only wish you never changed me like you did. i remember gathering rugburnt rashes
on our underthighs, making each other's jaws twitch
with the electric heater as our modern day campfire.
it's a good day for a warm shower, to burn my skin red and peel an unrecognisable face out of the mirror, a clense, a diy baptism;in the aftermath: i showered as many times as i had to,
i saw the outcome miles away (it was a certainty any time i dared to speculate on the possibility)
O why am i so sickened ?
i had to figure out if i had any right to be
and the days dragged on so long.
your eyes glowed like chasms once,
they've grown oxidated and cold since.
i hope i've done my part to change you too.
Sometimes I've felt like a pawn being puppeteered to trapeze a thin string,
Knowing for sure that I'm drawing a noose but waiting to know who it's for.
