this silence is so far from comfortable. in every second that stretches out another vocal cord strains like an over tightened string. mine, that is, itís my throat
i am so angry that i am so upset. i am upset that i am so angry.
i do nothing
it is okay that i am like this. is it? i would like to ask how you are i would like to be able to tell a joke i would like a story or an idea instead of this buzzing i really planned to sound better...
i should have led with i think you're funny and interesting
my left tit burns white hot † knife-like nipples cutting the still air † and im going to meet you † † you † † † keep saying you love me † recently † † † im trying to understand † † what that means † † † † † alone again † † † † wondering how the fuck † i got all these greedy hands on me † † take a part of my life † † rip it to pieces † chuck it on the floorboards you can always get more † † are you waiting for me † † are you † † † † anything...
do i have to let you know in words how awful we are
so: cry out
until something calls back to you / you are always eviscerated you are always starving / present me your emaciated ass / i'll gladly ruin you / slashed ligaments / crawl forward darling to the mouth of (is it) / hell / to get to me / here i am here i am / my touch / is a regretful drug / you must come closer / so my crooked hands can split you open / oh please, my sweetest tasting liar / scream that much louder / fill your throat with antimatter / break your nails away from the bed / come to mine / bleeding / like a cut flower / break everything / it's not your...
my finger was broken and you ruined the splint. it will never be the same † you have a scar on your shoulder from my nails and a dimple in your cheek, also from me. † there is such a loud hum in my ear. † you are part of my silhouette; i am in your cupboards and drawers