Maryann I

Maryann I Apr 4

Haven’t I bled my colors dry,
wrung my bones into brittle dust,
laid my soul on the altar of expectation,
only to be asked for more?

The echoes of my name—
demanding, dragging, devouring—
they carve into my ribs,
turning marrow to aching void,
turning breath to borrowed air.

Do I not shimmer with scars enough?
Do my hands not tremble with the weight of giving?
Must I unspool myself further,
pulling, pulling, pulling
until nothing remains but the ghost of a thread?

Tell me, when does the hunger end?
When does the world swallow the last piece of me
and say, enough?

#drained

Maryann I Apr 3

Ever and Again

Each time you step into view,
it’s like the first time—
a lightning strike of wonder,
a slow-burning sunrise blooming behind my ribs.

Your eyes catch mine, and I swear—
the world resets.

Every glance is an untouched page,
every smile, an unheard melody,
each moment with you, a beginning again and again.

I have memorized the way your voice folds into the air,
how your hands move like poetry in motion,
yet every time—
it’s discovery, it’s breathlessness, it’s new.

Loving you is an echo with no end,
a star collapsing only to be reborn,
a loop where time folds into itself
and delivers me back to that first look,
again, again, and again…

#devotion

Maryann I Apr 2

what is love without you?

a story unwritten, a verse left untold,
a heart still beating, but always cold.

#incomplete

Mar 31

Eve

🪶

Angel of anguish, take this from me.

your feathers brush away my sins,

but your talons carve my guilt into my chest.

sweet Angel, carry me to oblivion,

rest your head in the lake of inaction,

tasting wordless pleas.

eyes, eyes, they say they never lie.

but you have none, only an empty promise lay in your skull.

#ominous #spooky

Maryann I Mar 31

It’s Your Right.

No one owns your body.
No one has the right to take.
No one has the right to push.

It’s okay to say no.
Even when they say you’re leading them on.
Even when they say you owe them.
Even when they say you don’t mean it.

It’s okay to say no.
Even when your voice shakes.
Even when your hands tremble.
Even when you feel small.

It’s okay to say no.
Even when you’re afraid.
Even when you don’t know what will happen next.
Even when they won’t stop.

It’s your body.
It’s your choice.
It’s your right.

Do they have the right to take what’s not given?
No.

#consent

Maryann I Mar 31

Wired

Flicker.
              Flicker.
                            Flicker.

nothing,
                  — pulse,
        there’s a hum,
                    a crack in the air
                           splitting sound.

Where am I?

     The sky is
   broken.
                 Can't remember
                            what it looked like.

Eyes?
           Are they mine?
          Flickering too,
                     shaking with
         electric pulse
              crackling through my teeth.

I feel it
         underneath my skin.
Hands don’t
          feel right,
  touch doesn’t
            make sense—
skin is not skin.

            What was I?
                        Who was I?
          Laughter—
no, screaming?
        I—
                      no, not me—

I’m here.
                  I’m here.
                          I am.

     The wires hum louder,
                            closer,
                         louder.

I’m part of it,
             a piece,
                 like a thread
snapped
       and rewound
              in the wrong place.

but it feels good,
        doesn’t it?
               to belong,
                           to dissolve,
               to feel this twist
         in my mind.

I feel it—
                   this weight.
                   It holds me.

        I’m home.

#disorientated #glitch #twisted