And there is a strange hunger. Sin is calories. Drink clementine juice. It's filling a hole in me Like a new partner. I'm made to forget. Winter sun blinding my eyes. We say goodnight now. ~ A.M, F.H.
Written & Published 19th of January 2021.
like the cigarette burns on the empty wood floor from when I left the mattress there and didnt care anymore, started laying down beside the beaten, weathered boards; these decades in the grains of timber grew towards- I lie inert, my bones the weeping willow's withered roots now stretched forward to sunlight creeping in the windows through daybreak's drunken disorder. Dehydrated, tormented, and long tortured; regurgitations reemerged, restless, pushed shoreward- dysphoric dreams; no rest beneath intoxicated border.
Scornful of the rising sun Someone, water, please
Flaws don't absolve us of responsibility, yet they erode our agency
by compromising one's decision-making ability.
Sometimes I don't even know how I'm alive, but I promise I'll try
to do right by myself and live to my potential.
genial words like ‘Trickle’
and butter words like ‘****’ runny cussing out a flow walk with a tremble the street is charged a fear-ish plush ug the top of your spine and the back of throat feel awful and close ...but it’s just a feeling and ‘words’ are simply ‘words’
Hungover on the bus home
Dropping in and out of a pleasant nap A faded smile on my face Sweet memories of last night
clink down repeat. maybe this time you can take the heat. actually, probably not, prepare for defeat.
Makes the crawl Long before the body The light haze that lifted Is now a dense, heavy fog Gently I Swim down the hall In awe, How still the morning, And still more Submerged in slumber Sleep cradles But soon, a release Into the thousand pound mist And crawl They will crawl Searching for the day With her open arms
imagine laying on the woven spread of your lovers bed
head pounding from one too many shots, the morning sun shining just a bit too bright your mind is fuzzy and you can't remember when their eyes blinked open corners of lips stained red quirk up they whisper good morning, leaning in the world fades and your soul is on fire electricity shooting through veins, washing away any lingering fatigue arms envelop you, heads tucked under chins, feet intertwined as you realize that this is what it all was for
i got out of his car
and hopped on my bike dashing through the neighborhoods streaking down a bike path faster FASTER squinting in the face of an angry early morning sun i stop stumble off my bike try to be discreet ***** into a bush pick up my bike wave to a jogger force a smile i head home