Painting

Deep wounds are hot
Stick fingers in skin
Feel my blood boiling.
Scar lover with your perfect hide
Cut mine
Leave our hearts out of it
for once.

The surround sand where you stand
Sunset bathing
, crimson skin relax synth,
is my wrist flow.

Harem

I want to be let in
just for asking.

Irregularly consume [mate] ed
Quick gasps are my best approximation.

Ophelia's daughter:
Semen spray cream flesh
Like yesterday's milk-
too alive.

I want to be let in
just for being.

Slick blacked stiletto girl
Variously peeled.

Eat my stem last
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July 30th's Evening, As Seen Through August 13th's Afternoon

"I hate what I do to you"
You said to my death mask.
Lip flick smoke curl
Chaining the habit you hate,

"it isn't killing me yet,"
I replied, maybe lied
unintentionally; can't swear
it was the truth.

Summer heat burned charming astonishment
shock transferred
you have learned to cut me
but you can't find my skin

"I don't ever want to see you again."
Chest seizing quiet state
blood slow round splintering ribs
You are vicious and cruel.

"Why are you shocked?"
Your best bitch voice wasn't lost on me.
sudden bloodless realization
I couldn't recognize the anger wearing your face.

Daredevil

Vulnerable, frequently afraid
of you.
You know about me and pain
No one else asks.
Talking to you,
I feel
(guilty).
But no one else asks.

Your cruel streak
exploits weaknesses
This mouth never spoke.

I Dream In Color

These make me really happy.

Happiness, or something like it.

Light a cigarette. Stare at my face in the mirror. Six minutes into this song, I can't remember what I was thinking when it started. My eyes look like death. Restart the song. Put out the cigarette.

Throw up, cry down, pass out, not come round till Thursday. Must be in love. Another brain thing. You have so few of the inexplicables I experience. How can I tell you about red when you wander the world shut-eyed? Ears aren't for seeing. Come be with me.

My eyes are full of death. I wonder how much it would cost to break every mirror in this place. You're filling up my chest. I wonder if I can get my hands to stop shaking enough to break anything. My ribs are cracking. I wonder if you will ever be able to love you, or anyone.

You're off in that shell, hibernating with misery and I can't cut through because you won't reach out. I don't know how to end this, because I don't want to.