Artificial neons Blacks that glow and reverberate into thick waves of splinters Which I sleep on Tar dried and chiseled cold Lacquered, singled mass ant link. Judge me bitter in their ocean Yet I am the wind that Kneads the waves.
Rain specks on summer glazed skin Flicking, pop Pop on the glass There. Up. The spiels and towers, Mountains of layering wet Unbrazen Loom Wind picks up Trees sing and throw limbs Arms And fingers The Godseats' fluff rises and strings sun From star yellow, blind white Top to low grey I can brush with a pole Revealing the simmering cold inside, a sheet of rain But a holy sight at the brim of the pale turquoise- storm clouds.
A fallacious quivering clean Fisheye perspectives on the green streams of cells. Spinning in itself, swimming and reverting. Caresses the surface it faces below. Pierced and reflected, shimmering sunlashes quiver at the breath of leaves. One star of a sky- One fallen hair a humanity- Sliced in gold and green, borrowing colors from the thirsty air around it. Everything And nothing as a single blink of its consistency.
Sugar Crawling sucrose like epidemia venom Sugar You can't taste it yet It's a breaker, Cane Covered in stick, reflective skin glue Guile is my epidermic scale A proud, imminent groveling I'm not above this either. Paths of writhing firth will find me, Cane Sweet as your Plague My plague Us, we die fleshed pollen Keeping our affections for the other species' nectars, Ours too thick to swallow in the moment. Seeping cesspools of disintegration, Carbon, Sugar
Cut my heels make me click bone. Make me decide where I'll root the ground with my red. Sulphur incarnate I am tired of my Sodom. I'd prefer the wax to the breath. Today-existence is a burden because tomorrow it will be me who limps with nothing to lean back on, because the earth on my heels wasn't mine.
So much middle ground I beat my feet and palms against. Too much middle ground and not enough. One side of middle ground soaks through my skin I walk on needles walk on spells of hatred and denied shame. Other side has no ground. In dreams I teach myself to rise there. On those sides, I have a favorite color. I have emotion and opinion. Now I am just tired and nonexistent to myself. My color is grey Feeling nothing but suppression.
Slick like the linear lines of your bone limbs But are you there Are you the infestation that I want everyone to see?
And you, you just want a fitted person to love. Someone of worth to know. Because they want to. Comprehend the dripping leaks on the walls you press against. The inner isolation that's relished required- appreciated. Withholding love and it grows so cumbersome so big you lose some like paper balls rolled tight to hold smeared pieces of your actuality.
And there you are. Long limbs Flesh lips and bones. Cheeks in sodium gloss pores. You refuse to press them off. So that the mirror will remind you.
There you are blotting impressionable skin upon the pimpled wall.
There you are. Such loneliness is truth, you liar.
I have found How much weight my words carry When someone listens- and understands how they throughly won't.
It is a vitreous, filmy breath. Thin, pliable; stone to force. How rich we would be how gravid and full to bursting- if we felt our soul at all times. Well now, this intricate glasswork of flame grows quick to my structure. And it doesn't fear to let down its ethereal ceaseless skeleton be seen naked, bleached bone of smoke. For that is what it is. As everything else-if not human. Cherishing Relishing Tasting The sensile quiver of a sore discovery:
Existence and how it feels.
And how does it feel?
Raw and birthlike. Because those around me have chosen to grow up and perhaps now there is someone who will not oppress the dewed webs of my mind with my own need for companionship.
Doze on unfocused and untouched Press on me Umbilical cord tied to the spiked bars I'll let you My crib of thorns Turn me heathen Now only slipping poison Chimes my mind Pushing through my lungs It knows what I wish I can taste it What I won't admit Because I want you You've awoken me To destroy me Finally
Start Over Reload Erase Delete Rewrite Clear Remove Cut off And choose what you wish so much to have, to care about. To react to. To let control you. Words are bare thread minimum lies. And until you fulfill them, that's all they are.
