Kiss me with
your burning
lips,
let your
curious fingers
run down to
the small of
my back
and find
their home
there
between my
hips,
let the heat
melt away
the years of
wasted passion
and make me
feel again.

- S.G.

***** up my sorrows
'til I'm empty,
'til I'm cold.

***** up my sorrows,
I’ll be buried ‘fore
I’m old.

- S.G.

I hope this
cigarette finally
gets rid of the
taste you left
in my mouth

like coffee-breath,
that lingers until
it’s scoured away

I’ve tried
mouthwash,
dish soap,
bleach

and there’s
still your
after-taste

but does
it really matter
when I always
break down and
have another
cup later,
anyways?

- S.G.

She tells me
I’m lucky because
I don’t get bad acne

I tell her
she’s lucky because
she won’t have to be in
a wheelchair before
she turns thirty

and then
everything
gets quiet.

- S.G.

Tonight I bent over
to slide my fingers down
my throat & purge my sins away,

but I came to find that
my esophagus has learned
so much after months of this
nightly ritual that it no longer
needs my assistance

it’s hard to exist when
the things you are most
proud of are the things
you have to hide from
everyone else.

- S.G.

my knuckles
are ******,
and I am tired

every punch I
throw means
nothing when
the enemy is
myself

I am constantly
in search for
my own voice
to find the
courage
to say,

"I don’t want to
be sad anymore,”

but even though
I know I can’t keep
living with this,
I’m not sure if I
can live without
it either.

- S.G.

I don’t need you
to save me,

I need you to
cut me open,

Bleed out
all the darkness
I’ve been withholding
and tell me it’s okay
to be broken

Find my scars
lovely,
and don’t try to
kiss them away

Wrap up my bones
with kind words and
don’t let me forget
that feeling doesn’t
always mean
pain.

- S.G.