"spaying" poems
For the bottle that I bottle my feelings into has exploded,
And I am left alone,
So I fill up the glass and drown my sorrows,
I get a can of black spray paint and do as you say,
Paint the black hole blacker,
So now I am,
But this time I am inside the hole,
And you are painting over me,
I am intoxicated with the fumes,
That you are spaying on me,
But I embrace the black hole killing me,
For I have already been ****** so far into it I'm already gone.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Rotting away. Just like my insides. Drying, Decaying.
Pain and suffering. Day after day... What games are the Gods playing?
I'm practically growing roots on this mattress, what debt am I paying?
There's nothing. Nothing to hold my interest anymore, the colors are all greying..
Like a feline, under the knife. Waiting in line for the spaying.
This waiting seems eternal, speed it up please, who's delaying?
I'm so tired. Exhausted. This isn't living anymore. The toll, it is weighing.
These roots are a disease, it's continuous, its spreading, the pain, it's replaying.
Make stop... I'm so tired. The walls are so haunting, is this how it's all staying?
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
it's a christening,
a birth in reverse.
fragmented sun rays refract onto
the shards of glass created by
grandma's mason jars.
sweetened fruit is neutered
and calmly packaged for spaying.
the curtains dance with the breeze
till they're tired. i am amused.
my feet gasp for air only to have its
wish smoldered by the nighttime.
i can hear the dew hydrating outside.
is it time for sleep?
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC