six - Hello Poetry

six May 2018

touch

his hands are in my hair
his permanent touch engraved into me forever
fossils under the earth of us
holding hands and smiling like
life isn’t death and that
we aren’t just living to die
until he uses his hands for
other things

six May 2018

5

i can’t tell you to stop no matter
how much it hurts
because
my mouth is threaded shut with barbed wire
besides
i’m supposed to be enjoying it anyways

six May 2018

bugs

the lies are crawling in my stomach like
a million spiders and soon
they will climb up my throat and spew out
of my mouth like a sprinkler

six May 2018

4

confused and dazed
the clearness multiplies
metal that’s silver and true lines the back
i see myself on the other side with you
curved lines on the edges of our existence
they move when i blink
i punched a mirror
there’s a needle
you’re not here

six May 2018

3

I see the world in a different perspective,
a confusing perspective that makes me nauseous.
A sick sort of detached, simplified, watered-down, painfully boring reality that
leaves me sick of the thought of waking up.

six May 2018

2

vulnerability
exploited at the hands of adults
protective touches turned to hard smacks
delirious, raised-high voices and demands that
i can’t meet
hairs on my neck are alert as you
put out your cigarette on my arm
oxygen is poison, i now only can breathe in your lie that
you’ll be clean.
and for the sixth time that day, you’ll say that you’re sorry
and i’ll believe you.

six Jan 2018

repent

here i am, grasping to all i have left like a
pathetic fool, i am in a heap on the floor.
i cannot control gravity, so i’m as close as i can to
falling straight through the earth.

#nonsensical