aimkitty

[aimkitty]

a madhouse love story

I still remember every detail of the night we first met, just us two

when you pulled me through the madhouse door

the fun kind I mean

the kind that draws you in with a crooked smile stitched across the doorframe

before you led me down the mad maze,

I see us in your room

my knees wrapped around your hips, a brush between my lips

I was painting a clown mask on you

our faces close enough so you could see

right through me

and when you said you like my energy, the words slipped quietly under my skin

It felt like your voice had grown invisible fingers

slowly undressing me

It was a little scary, the intriguing kind

the kind that pulls you closer with a crooked smile

Your gaze stripped me bare

I’m a little obsessed with how it cut right through me

desire wore your face

so I let it consume me

and it never left

it settled instead, like fine ink under my skin

lingering there forever

because I want it to

I’m deeply in love with everything that makes you, you

[aimkitty]

Dollhouse

Sometimes

my head feels like a dollhouse

some of them walking in and out

some of them seem to control my mouth

all those voices chuckling about my doubt

some of them whisper, some of them shout

all I know is, they follow me around

no matter where I go, I keep with me in my mind this little playground

on there a million screaming clowns

but seriously, there’s no sincerity when they open their mouth

I mean

is there anything to worry about?

words over words building clouds over clouds

all those dolls who exist to be

somehow a part of the crowd

[aimkitty]

Daymares and nightdreams

when I woke up today, I was asleep

conscious of my unconsciousness

mesmerized by the nature of the unseen

and a little terrified by the thought that I might be trapped in a dream

how funny, I was scared of something that doesn’t even exist

but somehow deeply in love with the illusion of it

and it felt kind of strange, like being misplaced in reality

unable to tell what’s real and far away from sanity

I close my eyes and wake inside a deeper sleep, surrounded by nightmares dressed as daydreams

I’m falling upward through mirrors that refuse to shatter

glass after glass folding around me in infinite continuation

I’m a ghost smiling at its own reflection

thin like smoke

but never quite disappearing

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