scraps of thought

[freudapologist]

There’s something terrifying about the realisation that I can mold myself over and over again and yet still be so undeserving of the radiance of the setting sun. 

[freudapologist]

I feel the crack in my canines as I bite in.

No blood drawn. Just the sounds of your joints

Giving out as I gulp down your index finger.

No guilt and no regrets as I gnash on your remains

Breaking yesterday’s vows of veganism.

If I cannot own you as my own and

If life on earth is as fleeting as they say

I’ll grant this depravity to fuel 

My voracious deep-seated gluttony:

The innate genetic need to sustain this lineage-

A feeling more primal than all others

So let me lick your skin off of your bones.

Let me trail my tongue over your tendons.

Consent to your descent deep into the walls of my intestines.

Permit my purgatory stomach to digest you for as long as my body will allow.

Before I regurgitate you back into liberation

In the shape of pretty poetry and prose 

Built on pitiful meter and rhyme.

[nousanti]

The Will of This Heart 🖤

[freudapologist]

And after every part of you has eroded into my skin

You leave my fingertips and disappear back into the earth from whence you came

Running into the warm embraces of Familiarity

For she is simple in the way that she won’t ever leave you like I will have to

But you?

Watching your backside be consumed by the dark

Leaves me with a sick feeling in my stomach

Battling with my three vices: grief, guilt, and jealousy

Your embers disintegrate on these cobblestone sidewalk

Where despair and disgust

Two twin flames claw teasingly at my vulnerable ankles

[gahhhb]

[ Devour ]

[freudapologist]

The way I keep returning despite despising the person I become 

after an inevitable encounter with you.

Tonight I vow to never see you again

Falling back into the soft linens of my sheets

With the stench of your presence lingering in my hair 

The quiet lull of sleep crawls into bed with me

[freudapologist]

If your strands of hair are like the blades of grass that tickle us from under our clothes, I hope you let me be the gentle embrace brought about by the morning dew.