#aftershock
Some last spams
from those muscles
I haven't used in a while,
makes me feel alive.
My heart,
naive,
believes it can still love
like it used to.
It is just that ****
muscle memory.
Your words hit me.
Hurt me.
But no longer
pierce me.
Short range
now they are.
My denatured enzymes,
possessed by salt,
just want to drown.
Anything that stops
the aftershocks in my body
that follow the earthquake
our love once was.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
I am water,
I am rain,
I surpass all the pain.
I am earth,
I am rock,
I am the aftershock.
I am wind,
I am fire,
I am so much more,
Take me higher.
I am soul,
I am spirit,
Now silence!
So we can hear it.
This is not the end and I will defend.
Water, Earth, Wind, Fire, and Spirit.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
it tastes like bile in the back of your throat
feels like tears stinging behind your eyes
like a migraine just beginning
like a high pitched whine at the highest volume
it seeps into things unrelated
tinting your favorite colors
flavoring your favorite foods
putting white noise in all your favorite songs
it leaks onto your friendships
staining arms after hugs
leaving laughs polluted
reflecting in eyes that’d trust you with anything
it screams at it wins
the sound one of terrifying joy
“burn!” it commands
but you are made of stone and mortar
it fills your chest with unease
your fingertips with trembles
your mind with final conclusions
your lips with lies that taste like sugar
“I don’t” but you don’t mean that
“I don’t want” but you do
“I can’t” but you can
“I won’t” but you will.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC