last night i wanted to carve the question
what is wrong with me
into my skin
the sick girl in my house
believes that god
only answers questions written in blood
the sick girl in my house
only loves boys
with teeth that gnash so loud
you hear gunshots when you kiss them
the girl in my house
ties her own ropes
and leaves them hanging around our room
she says
that they’re lovely ornaments
some nights i cry
because im so scared for her
im scared she’ll leave me again
and lend me to the monster under our bed
he says the only way out is the hurt
the hurt that defiles our thighs and ankles
but ill look into the eyes
of the sick girl in my house
and tell her
that relief has a price
and we must not pay
the monster anymore
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 12:40 PM UTC
last night i wanted to carve the question
what is wrong with me
into my skin
the sick girl in my house
believes that god
only answers questions written in blood
the sick girl in my house
only loves boys
with teeth that gnash so loud
you hear gunshots when you kiss them
the girl in my house
ties her own ropes
and leaves them hanging around our room
she says
that they’re lovely ornaments
some nights i cry
because im so scared for her
im scared she’ll leave me again
and lend me to the monster under our bed
he says the only way out is the hurt
the hurt that defiles our thighs and ankles
but ill look into the eyes
of the sick girl in my house
and tell her
that relief has a price
and we must not pay
the monster anymore
