can someone find her? the one who faced it all if you find her, embrace her physical form and cradle her fragile soul tell her that it will all change, that it will not be okay, but things will be better, so much better tell her she is the strongest thing i have ever knownContinue reading “time travel”
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odysseus in remembrance
when you say you are proud of me for certain thing that thing, that ugly, bloody thing that it is gone from me, rid from me, cleansed from me i sadly smile it is never gone, my love it comes on wings and gnashing sharp teeth when the tears run rivers down my face andContinue reading “odysseus in remembrance”
careless
do not say those words that sentence you carelessly use when your own daughter wants her blood drained out on the floor
sleep
i let you sleep that night when everything was crushing me a suffering beyond the point of recognition and i simply stared darkness right in eye i shouldn’t have let you sleep i should have begged you to stay awake and try to save me
relapsed
water cascades harsh light bounces off steamed mirrors a hand picks up a blade and relapses again
it is a disease
you don’t know why anymore you don’t understand why you let yourself do this sometimes you shake as your mind fights with itself and your hand quivers as one slice becomes jagged and unclean sometimes you are so still and you don’t think and your hand is precise and to the point, and it doesn’tContinue reading “it is a disease”
physical pain disappears, the other does not
pain comes from streams of crimson but at least physical pain is better than the alternative
tally marks
marks mar her skin some are dark some are pale some are old some are new some are raised and some are faded but in the end they all mean the same to her
old habits die hard
it takes a lot of courage to admit thisthe fact that i still want my blood painting a shower wallbecause i once said physical pain was better than the alternativethat statement still holds truei understand that it is an addiction to a toxic relationshipand i shall never return to itbut it still haunts me, callsContinue reading “old habits die hard”
a poet's confessional 