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Batchelor Apr 2020
Her tension, was palpable.

Tears drenched her face,

Like a waterfall that never knew end.

She picked herself up,

And swallowed herself whole.

Just like her namesake,

She shut herself off.

Fading back to her Wonderland.
Knowledge Seeker, here's to you.

November 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
We're decaying, defeated by promises and kisses long gone.
"Unbreak my heart, uncry these tears."

November 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
I don't know.

How lucky I have it.


Should I?


Thinking positive thoughts,

Thinking of positivity, without thought.


What will this hunger give way to?


Is this lubricant for the gears of future mechanical dice to roll?


I'm an empty box cut out of ash, of killer queens and suns long set.


I'll gather what I can.

Even burnt out, I am more than I was before.
"Walked through the doors of a happy home
Stepped right into find myself alone
I don't know why I feel this way
It ain't supposed to rain on a sunny day"

November 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
You'd guessed right : we grew cold the longer we weren't in touch.

Our skin's set ablaze, childishly believing we were destined.


Who would've known, the difference between lust and love?


A gnawing ache either way.
Give in to me, give in to you.

November 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Let's sing in tune one last time.
Dissolute.

November 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Let us be whoever we want to be.

If only to extend this wick which we keep burning through.
Telling, that now there are cracks in our masks.

November 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
So, it's dark to you, huh.

Then take my hand and watch me slip under.

Let's drown everything in a shade of gray.


Whispering in monochrome, noir, dystopia, sepia.
Til the end of this dance we both suffer.

November 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
I have been sleepless, admittedly.

The crawling chaos of unrest, unrestrained.

The mind, slithering out of view.

The heart, brittle and whole.

The bodies, sleeping in the loch.
A Lovecraftian take.

November 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Replace your breath with mine.

It's the last thing I want on my lips.
Turning the page, just to make you mine.

November 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
As rune carvings ran red,

And blood-red eyes began to clear.

Adrenaline entered half-life.

Ash fell from the skies once more.

Greeting the world in crow down.


"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."
Overdrive, sink your teeth into me and tear away chunks of my guilt.

November 2017.
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