Im not suicidal I just dont want to be alive like I dont look both ways before crossing the street like I dont check how many pills Im supposed to take and hope I take too many like I cut food with the knife facing me like I play with fire and I run with scissors because I still have a little hope left but no desire to stay alive
it started with a jaw twitch vibrating ear to lip side to side up and down like I was a horse shaking off a fly I saw her legs spread scissors in hand as her head popped and popped and popped like a jack-in-the-box film screening 3 inches in front of my eyes until I hid in a barrel and kept on driving north to wherever lights off and hooting like a madman to visions of ariana grande standing out in the snow with a purple beanie and frozen mittens waiting for me to pull up the driveway tumble out the car door and say you were right so she can pour hot chocolate on my face and walk back inside to stoke the dying fire
You are bold the inspiring queen of Fs and As and I a crafty lizard this christmas mug from which you drink these scissors with which I shred words our stories all come together on top of a golden rose 24 carat sampled with my teeth secured in my bedroom all of it is yours and the last coin evens my luck
from yesterday--you got your grades in on time, twin...with style and 20 extra minutes.
It overtook the walls made its way into the office on the sixth floor and then hung like a dripping willow’s branches over the desks
By the time they thought to find me I’d already been wrapped up in a cocoon of brown hair indistinguishable from the walls that was now also covered in the thick strands of undulated hair
II. everything and everyone became consumed.
III. In hairy chrysalis, the scissors uselessly hung on some poor frantic pair of hands forced into pupa
IV. It was on the third day that the streets surrounding the corporate buildings were once again populated with people, that a young woman in heels swore she heard a faint choral singing coming from the 5th or 6th floor of a dreary grey building.
V. everything cocooned everyone consumed all in pupa
VI. During metamorphosis, a caterpillar digests itself leaving only behind imaginal discs that shape it’s adult body.
Master Manipulator Parading around with all his strings Trying to control Persuade Use her to carry out his way of things Why does everything always have to be on his terms Why does she even listen to all his mean and careless words She is a real person not just a puppet for his life Now on to him and his ways She finally sees the real him and understands and is why she now carries scissors in her hand :)
Green tea chillin Coolin like some villains Feet on your dash Hit a dab and we’re trippin Ridin round bumpin “I pull up with a lemon” And not cause he. Ain’t livin But it’s a lowkey type feelin And I might just catch feelings Cause I’m in love with myself Nd U have my image
***** dancing in the mirror With my jewel toned lover Wanna please you in the summer Hot like the Bahamas Fenty glowin in this heat Sipping on guava Don’t get me goin in this heat Cause imma need a breather
Said lemme hit the ****** Ex flame wildin out I knew he’d never keep her Ex flame, cross his heart I cut that Eddie scissors Cuz I’m the Queen ***** The big b ***** The big bag wolf got his tail between his knees, ***** Go hard in the paint Michelangelo his dreams, ***** And my chapel’s pristine Don’t know who the **** Sistine is
But we’re green tea chillin It’s a vibe, it’s a feelin It’s a whole new way of livin And we always make a killin Got the summer stacks flowin Bitty ***** always glowin All my girls are wing-hoein Some try to copy what I’m after
Don’t know who you tryna front always talkin louder I got all my ******* tasting sweet and never sour Eat it like Chiquita open her up like a flower When I’m with Nikita we go rounds by the hour I caresss her in the shower She’s the smartest ***** I know, her tongue got superpowers She don’t hit me all that frequent But she knows that I mean it When I tell her imma get it she gon feed when I’m eatin She don’t give a **** if I slide for the weekend Can I pick you up and take you out this evening?
Next time I see you gimme sugar It’s proven therapeutic when you’re too nice with it and you look good in it But better without it, so keep it unbuttoned Only thing under wraps is our sensual lovin
Criticism is validating Your love is a choke hold A marriage committed to my compromise Generic mending Each strand of bronzed chunk, represented a vow you gave me The scissors cold and bare, cutting it away from my body Swept into the nearest waste facility I was invested until the end Dying with you was never scary I now degrade, picking scraps off picture frame edgings Look at us so happy Lusted objectifying could qualify as the new I do Well, we didn't make it to 80 not even 32 Congratulations to your selfish needs buddy I hope you finally find you Here take this ring, it doesn't fit me
how do you apologize for something as intrinsic as the mapped curves of your body, of dips and valleys marked with double **’s that stand straighter and taller than you ever have?
tell my mother that i take medicine to stop the tremors, but my body is still a fault line, still a “it’s her fault line” that cracks open every time that i walk down the street.
sometimes i think about what would have happened if i had worn shorts under my skirt. would an extra layer have slowed you down, forced you to think about the territories your hands were invading like the colonists we used to mock in history class - other times i scrub myself with bleach when i realize i’m Turner-ing the corner.
we were told in our youth it isn’t safe to run with scissors but i feel safer carrying blades between my teeth – the taste of blood keeps his tongue out of my mouth.