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red you’re flowing red your words came out like an overdose dark gray bags and rags for clothes black and gray and tones morose red you’re flowing red a ravenous cavern has eaten all our time it felt so unkind I lost my mind horrible expectations— lower them everything drains away to the riverbed lower then everything remains hidden until said lower then everything flows out to the oceanic carpet stomach somersault sea green red you’re flowing red gushing down to the gulley you-you sound in a hurry and complexion unsullied wait, please wait for me love isn’t a spectacle feelings cannot be seen looking over the shoulder, eyes narrowed, hips locked in place you call to me with a look of amusement and I can’t help but cringe my spirit jumps out of my skin I hope you like my body I hope you remember my mind I hope you know that I flattened on the floor when you flicked me off your shoulder and looked menacingly at the door here I am a cosmic ant scurrying about with my feelers hanging low shake it all off pretend you aren’t a demon disguised as a simple **** pretend you aren’t a newspaper clipping in the wind a single-day story filler on the news speech in a bottle drifting on the sea a lonely dance hall made for people to shake off empty flesh in flakes of gold and steel and lead what a waste as it falls onto the floor, flowing into the drain directly in the center inch long nails digging in just like we see on TV I have to agree it’s disgusting but we all have to do it sometimes ****** in the car, whorechild three years later and I’m ****** on the floor I’m ****** on the sofa I’m ****** on the futon I’m ****** in a stranger’s bed every night ****** by nameless, faceless specters of masculinity mixed with contempt users and abusers who love to dissect but only when ***** well **** me I’m so tired of being ****** by everyone else I’m ****** on the street I’m ****** on the stairs I’m ****** in the bathroom I’m ****** in the air I hang there a modest bauble on the Christmas tree no fancy lights lingering on my surface only the darkness and me build a house in the middle of the desert and fill it with water open the door and it all gushes out draining in tiny valleys and pathways carved from the silent sand used-up little fool empty vessel for a ghost empty vases filled with dead tulips and a sink filled with ***** water sunlight has long since left it’s so simple to see— only the darkness and me. this is socialization, running to work running to the store running straight home running out of places to run distrust before you disguise the beggar lying in a pavement grave meant to be a home slimy fingers sticking up there— disassociate— break— imagine a world without any ******* imagine a world that is free; I am only filled more with hate each time you penetrate I lose a little more gold a little more water a little more spirit a little more soul each time you **** me all I can see is red, flowing red draining in the stagnant pools of the narrow bed
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
only the darkness and me
red you’re flowing red your words came out like an overdose dark gray bags and rags for clothes black and gray and tones morose red you’re flowing red a ravenous cavern has eaten all our time it felt so unkind I lost my mind horrible expectations— lower them everything drains away to the riverbed lower then everything remains hidden until said lower then everything flows out to the oceanic carpet stomach somersault sea green red you’re flowing red gushing down to the gulley you-you sound in a hurry and complexion unsullied wait, please wait for me love isn’t a spectacle feelings cannot be seen looking over the shoulder, eyes narrowed, hips locked in place you call to me with a look of amusement and I can’t help but cringe my spirit jumps out of my skin I hope you like my body I hope you remember my mind I hope you know that I flattened on the floor when you flicked me off your shoulder and looked menacingly at the door here I am a cosmic ant scurrying about with my feelers hanging low shake it all off pretend you aren’t a demon disguised as a simple **** pretend you aren’t a newspaper clipping in the wind a single-day story filler on the news speech in a bottle drifting on the sea a lonely dance hall made for people to shake off empty flesh in flakes of gold and steel and lead what a waste as it falls onto the floor, flowing into the drain directly in the center inch long nails digging in just like we see on TV I have to agree it’s disgusting but we all have to do it sometimes ****** in the car, whorechild three years later and I’m ****** on the floor I’m ****** on the sofa I’m ****** on the futon I’m ****** in a stranger’s bed every night ****** by nameless, faceless specters of masculinity mixed with contempt users and abusers who love to dissect but only when ***** well **** me I’m so tired of being ****** by everyone else I’m ****** on the street I’m ****** on the stairs I’m ****** in the bathroom I’m ****** in the air I hang there a modest bauble on the Christmas tree no fancy lights lingering on my surface only the darkness and me build a house in the middle of the desert and fill it with water open the door and it all gushes out draining in tiny valleys and pathways carved from the silent sand used-up little fool empty vessel for a ghost empty vases filled with dead tulips and a sink filled with ***** water sunlight has long since left it’s so simple to see— only the darkness and me. this is socialization, running to work running to the store running straight home running out of places to run distrust before you disguise the beggar lying in a pavement grave meant to be a home slimy fingers sticking up there— disassociate— break— imagine a world without any ******* imagine a world that is free; I am only filled more with hate each time you penetrate I lose a little more gold a little more water a little more spirit a little more soul each time you **** me all I can see is red, flowing red draining in the stagnant pools of the narrow bed
all on the tiniest bed
#regret#dead#darkness#soul#red
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hands
Lebanese
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
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