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Ash Aug 2021
i've heard gender is a spectrum
a construct
there aren't two
but infinite genders
and yet
of all those endless possible
titles and pronouns
terms and conditions
how the hell do none of them fit me?
  Jul 2021 Ash
Beth Bayliss
I know some people
like to pour salt in the wound
but I'd never met anyone
who'd so carefully cut open old scars
just to clean them with saline
and delight so wildly in my pain
before you
adam, from the bottom of my heart, go to hell.
Ash Jul 2021
"Hey sorry I'm late"                                                            ­                             
                                   ­                                                            "Are you okay?"
"Huh? Yeah I just got stuck at work."                                                          
­                                                                 ­                          "I was so worried"
"I'm okay"                                                            ­                                             
                 "I’m sorry I-- You didn’t show up and I-- I started to panic--"
"Okay well I’m here now… I'm okay. Are you?"                                        
                                                      "So what-- Do you think I’m not okay?"
"I-- I didn’t mean it like--"                                                          ­                    
                                                     "You think I’m not okay… I-- I’m okay!"
"Okay"                                                    ­                                                           
     ­                                                                 ­                                  "I’m okay."
"O-Okay."                                                 ­                                                         

"Let’s sit dow--"                                                           ­                                    

They slap him across the face.
Their rings cut into his skin.
Blood trickles down his cheek.

                                   "I-- I’m so sorry-- I don’t know what got into me."
"It’s… It’s okay…"                                                           ­                               
                                                                ­                                        "I’m sorry."
"It’s okay."                                                           ­                                              
                                                                ­                                        "I’m sorry."
"It’s okay. It was an accident."                                                       ­                

It was an accident.

It's always an accident.

They claw his back until he bleeds.

It was an accident.

They push him against a wall.

It was an accident.

He goes to work with a black eye.

"It was an accident."
Ash Jul 2021
The blue
blue blood covers my cold
cold hands that are so
so empty without his
Fairy boi's back
  Jul 2021 Ash
Claira Lymei
I am tired.
“Lol, Same.”
I am sad.
“Lol, Same.”
I am depressed.
“Lol, Same.”
I want to die.
“Lol, Same.”
My life seems pointless.
“Lol, Same.”
I literally wish I was never born.
“Lol, Same.”
My existence feels like a never ending downfall, countless pain and misery.
“Lol, Same.”
I’m going to **** myself.
“Lol, same.”

“May they now rest in peace.”
“Why didn’t they say anything?”
Ash Apr 2021
It’s an instinctive unease
A lone typewriter sits in neglect
The dust settles into the keys

Everything in the room seemed to freeze
Lost to time in a state of disconnect
It’s an instinctive unease

The lever not set to release
Leaving the platen a dented wreck
The dust settles into the keys

The air hangs stagnant, not so much as a breeze
Leaving the room stale and depressed
It’s an instinctive unease

Some long forgotten face left these
Unused ribbons of ink and stacks of papers forever unchecked
The dust settles into the keys

A scrapped song begging for a reprise
Or a manuscript destined for reject
It’s an instinctive unease
The dust settles into the keys
A poem I wrote for class but my teacher liked it so I thought I'd share it.
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