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Sorelle 4d
My throat is a battlefield
Where screams go to die
They crawl up like
Spiders with broken legs
Then fall back down
Into my chest cavity
Banging against my ribs
Like caged birds
Until their wings snap
And feathers clog my lungs

My hands are earthquakes
That never stop
Fingers twitching like
Live wires against my skin
I press them into my thighs
And bruises bloom in the form of
Purple flowers watered by adrenaline
The shaking moves inward
My bones rattle like
Wind chimes in a hurricane

My heartbeat is a drum corps
Marching through my temples
I can't tell if it's love
Or terror anymore
A relentless percussion
That makes my vision blur
At the edges like watercolour
Left in rain

My inner child is screaming
Inside my skull
Her voice is sandpaper
Scraping against bone
She claws at the inside of my throat
Until her fingernails break off
And scatter like shrapnel
Through my bloodstream
She's trying to tear her way out
Through my mouth
I swallow her back down
Drowning her in my stomach acid

My skin doesn't fit anymore
It's two sizes too small
And made of barbed wire
Every breath stretches it tighter
I swear I can feel it
Splitting at the seams
Revealing something underneath
That doesn't have a name

I'm simultaneously too much
And not enough
My body is a contradiction of physics
Expanding and collapsing
In the same instant
Like a star dying in real time
The explosion is happening
Inside my chest
The implosion is happening
Behind my eyes
And I can't tell which direction
Is up anymore

Time moves like molasses in winter
Thick
Slow
Suffocating
But also like lightning
Split-second and blinding
Past
Present
And future
Collapse into this single moment
I'm everywhere I've ever been
And nowhere I want to stay

My breath comes in gasps
That taste like copper
Like I've been chewing on
Pennies or blood
Or maybe both
Maybe I've been eating myself alive
Starting with the soft parts
Working my way to the bone

There's a pressure behind my eyes
Like someone's trying to push
Them out from inside
Or maybe pull them
Back into my skull
I can't tell the difference anymore
Between pushing and pulling
Holding on and letting go
Staying and leaving
Alive and Dead

My thoughts are a traffic jam
Every single one trying to exit at once
They're all going in
Different directions
And none of them know
The destination
Just that they need to get there
Now
Immediately
Yesterday

The space between my
Shoulder blades feels like it's been
Hollowed out with a spoon
Scooped clean and left empty
Somehow still heavy
Like someone filled the
Cavity with lead
Regret
The weight of every word I never said

My jaw aches from clenching
Teeth grinding down to powder
Tongue swollen from being bitten
To keep from screaming
Speaking
Existing out loud

There's a vibration in my sternum
Like a phone set to silent
A constant buzz that makes
My whole chest cavity hum
With something that might be rage
Grief
Or both
Braided together so tightly
They've become the same thing

My fingernails have left
Half-moons in my palms
Little red parentheses
Marking where I've tried to
Hold myself together by squeezing
So hard my hands went numb
But numb isn't the same as gone
And together isn't the same as whole

I'm a live wire in a puddle
Dangerous and drowning
Sparking and sinking
All at once
Forever
The breaking point between
Holding on
And tearing apart

-Sorelle
The knife glints under the dim bulb,
its silver tongue whispering
how easy it would be
to open what aches inside me.

I brace my hand,
press down slowly,
feel the skin split,
hear the soft tear,
watch red bloom
across the board
in trembling pools.

I cut again, and again,
shards falling like thoughts
I can’t keep straight,
my breath coming faster,
the smell rising sharp,
green and raw,
like the earth itself.

I tell myself
this isn’t what it looks like,
though it feels like release.
All this mess,
all this red,
all this trembling,
only
vegetables.
18:11pm / The cutting board looks like a right mess
I’ll blame in on my mind
But maybe it’s just me at heart
Self-sabotaging and ruining
The littles things i’ve got

Crying bout how everyone runs away
But they must have their reasons
Playing the sweet old victim
But what if I’m the villain

Born from isolation and no communication
Only in my head have a decent conversation
Bathing in puddles of tears formed by self pity
I need to stop making myself out to be pretty

Lying in the mirror, but begging for truths
Never giving myself time to settle the roots
No memory of myself, my life or my youth
Still in search of a saviour, someone will suit
Will someone please soothe

To have so much potential, but nothing to give
A pumping heart with no will to live
Dreams collecting dust on a shelf
Obsessing over but loathing myself
Ice
I feel the ice
Dance in my veins
Then carry it's course
Straight through my brain
Its laughter echoes
As my inner self screams
Then cuts my flesh
Jagged lines rip the seams
Numb of all feeling
The goosebumps have spread
Yet the cold is appealing
My skin has turned red
What is to do
When the world is all froze
To be trapped in the demon
That we all oppose
My limbs went to crumble
The world turning black
No hurt is as humble
As a deep-freezed attack
Truly is ironic
That this pain is all numb
To stare at a mirror
And not know what I've become
Will I eventually break
As my lips turn blue?
With my shivers taking shape
And only one thing left to do...
Directly taking the focus off me,
Because I hate being vulnerable
When asked “how are you doing”
I confidently reply
Pretty good, how about you?
As if to show any weakness
Would prove I’m not as strong as I show
So I tell you I’m good
Then move on with the day
Depression is more common these days
Than having a cold
All I can do is lay
Here
Drinking beer
With nothing to say
Always was told “if you don’t have anything nice to say
don’t say anything at all”
So I lay here,
Silently drowning myself in alcohol
Hangover headaches
the price to pay
For the words I don’t wanna say
Another Friday
And things didn’t go my way
ally 5d
Run from the hurt
Run from the love
Because which is which
You do not know.

Flinch from the fist
Or an open helping hand
After all,
Caution is better than carelessness.

**** them with kindness
Even if it kills you instead
Carry the burden of your own existence,
Life’s painful either way.
It’s about feeling like a burden in an abusive relationship
Mariah 6d
Things never change.

Well, that's not exactly true.
Things have changed.
And I have too.

It's just that,
while things changed colors,
all I could see
were shades of blue.
I see in teal while I heal
Rain 6d
The lines on my thighs,
Paint and tell stories.
About my lows and highs,
About my hurt and loneliness.

Some blur together,
Story behind each forgotten.
Just a permanent keeper,
Of pain once written.

But some I can point to,
Tell you exactly who caused it.
The story of what they put me through,
How they made me wanna quit.

I won’t do that anymore,
I’ll accept that life hurts.
I won’t do what I did before,
I’ll put it into words.
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