#icky
Withering skin shrivels onto hugging ribs,
Tighter and tighter,
the flesh grows.
No meat between the bones,
Nor weeping upon this humble abode,
Just a silence that continues to grow.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 12:41 AM UTC
My breath shortens
it gets harder to breathe
I feel like cutting
I wish I was at ease.
My dad says he understands, but I think not.
Because if you did, he wouldn't be calling me a girl.
Why hasn't he, I thought.
My mind is screaming at me
WHY WAS I A GIRL
WHY CAN'T I BE A GUY
WHY CAN'T I USE THE BATHROOM WITHOUT BEING SPAT ON
WHY CAN'T I HAVE SOMETHING IN BETWEEN MY LEGS
WHY CAN'T I HAVE NO *******
WHY CAN'T I HAVE FLAT HIPS
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
creepy little crawlers,
they have the audacity to push their slimy feelers on me,
i can already smell the stench from miles away,
their vile oil infested goo can stay away from my skin,
if only you were a creepy little crawler,
then I could squeeze your insides out,
mash your pathetic body into pulp,
but my chain is still too tight for me to run,
so I'll let you ooze yourself onto me.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
There's a dead baby girl in my closet Should I tell her to leave? If she goes somewhere else She'll have nowhere to sleep.
Both her eyes are missing and her skin's the color green. She sings to me at night and I see her in my dreams.
Flesh rolls off her bones in decaying clumps. She has no feet so she crawls on stumps.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
You make me feel at times
like a putrid scent that lingers
or the fistful of unwanted dimes
jangled in between your linty fingers
But I guess you keep me in your pocket anyway
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Day was bright and still
But they felt him in shadows;
Feasting upon souls.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
It just makes me sick
Inside where no words will come
And nothing makes sense.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC