Iâ€™m a jigsaw within jigsaws and you are imperfectly perfect Hearts donâ€™t mix with razors when love is a fleshy masquerade What did we learn? Maybe that earning forgiveness is more sincere than expecting it and secrets are little deaths desiring growth into monsters Who told you that thought was silent? Thereâ€™s a dead jesus inside us and a satan begging for the fall When the heart doesnâ€™t hold, the mind falls apart, apart, apartâ€¦ Is love a waste of pain? Ssssh, donâ€™t interrupt The needles are busy.
A touch of paranoia keeps me safer than logic, she said. Suffocation and bleeding are fine so long as I’ve got the best view. I’ve traveled the longest distance but it wasn’t across the heart but the fall before and thereafter, where the weight of pain is fatter than any goddamn, fleshy fantasy. I’ve done words and drugs like fucking and dying. I know the mirror’s truth even when kissing the daemon’s lies. I’m the ultimate yo-yo girl, spinning in my head again, the fiction and the friction between the … Continue reading →
Lash myself to the unwritten word, await the thought collide Caffeine brain in limbo (a violent still it is) Synonym should be the present, reality is the past Tummy turmoil, wearily obscene The first thought from the wrong direction to lay me low No surprise in the safety of circling depressions Itâ€™s a sin to scream from pain to pain Thatâ€™s not for them but for dreams of candy Lemon heart with a twist of tongue and iâ€™m sprawling from limbo to stutter like a camera in the Now … Continue reading →