mykola

they/he

[mykwrites]

your voice penetrates

through my head and down my torso

as the poison running through my fingers

makes contact with my skin -

i listen to the vibrato in your throat

as ecstacy rises in my chest

images of you infect my mind

breath, curve, lips, music and loss

--- and fade as its released

[mykwrites]

the cool iron penetrates

my hot skin

a sharp nail

traces through the folds

a sharp gasp

as the guts are entered

gurgling

squelching

a wince

sharp pain sharp pleasure

the warmth

beneath your skin

the cut

of your figure

a whisper

from between your teeth

underneath your tongue

a breath of hunger

an exhale

of ecstacy

the inhale

of the knife

the blood

i'm breathing in your blood

consuming

your insides

my love

[mykwrites]

Her form softens in my arms,

as her delicate, cold fingers form

a gentle wrap; my mascara stained hand

developing a fold in our hearts

the night of your dead eyes

looks into me.

Music dances in her poisoned blood,

light twinkles in the flood of your scream

All while her breath on my skin,

begins to thin

Her damp palm in mine,

is ripped from its shine

The music flatlines.

[mykwrites]

I love you more than you could ever know.

Reads the message that lights up my phone,

as there's blood dripping down my arm.

The truth is that I can't know,

and I will never know.

Does a warm palm

thaw a frozen ocean?

[mykwrites]

rubbing sweat under my

eyes

lies into my words

longing in the flatline

empt

y

where it should be

far out of my reach

humanity

the missing peice

of my heart

replaced with

dirt

fill my life with your kiss?

fill my holes

your tongue is warmth missing

missing -

[mykwrites]

flesh and bones,

the

ribcage

i claw at

whatever's left of

me -

looking for something

left below the flood of

blood and

blood

and

who are you?

a gurgle

from the sea of

blood

“i'm you”

[mykwrites]

the hunger -

it inflates

sharpens my fingernails

strengthens my grip

grip.

grip

hunger

hungry for your heart

your arteries

your lungs

the thirst

only que.

quenched

by your blood

your spit.

please

[mykwrites]

i breathe you

deeper

into me

my lungs

filling with your

essence

a release

exhales

from my

lips

and tongue as your

body

hits my head

a rush

and a clearness

[mykwrites]

my first forbidden fruit

introduced me to

the gentle curves of

a daughter of eve

the beauty of woman

like petals and

the sun that i saw in your smile

the ocean i tasted in your tears

and the moonlight in your eyes

the thick velvet lips

that brushed mine with a flutter

id never felt before

introduced me to

the sharpness

the glittery

scarlet vermeil beauty

of the knife

the intoxicating fruit

introduced me to

the whispers of the serpent

hisses of loyalty

now i slither on my belly

[mykwrites]

The wind takes its eyes

And the rain takes its singing

All that's left is bones

It's eye sockets, black and empty

It's scream, making no sound

It's vacant rib cage, so cumbersome and heavy,

That when God dragged it He frowned

And the angels weep

As they look up to the heavens and ask

Why, for this, did the Son take an everlasting sleep?

For this husk of emptiness, concealed with a mask

For this empty hole filled with atrocities and vermin

That will never bloom, only rot

And is prohibited in the sermon

Before His eyes, it is not

Within the bones, original sin will fester

And never live up to its ancestor

[mykwrites]

You are alive to feel

fine flecks of sand

between your toes,

the sharp chill

as your head is pushed

under her waves

You were given life

from this gentle strength,

our mother's cold, salty hands

This vast water is alive,

she breaks up, those

lines

on your maps

holds you up with a chilling hug

Batters these rocks with angry love

until they are soft enough for your feet

until the hills part for her to see you.

[mykwrites]

My thoughts don’t flow like a poem

But the memories do, like a crashing ocean

I’m drowning under the waves,

Trapped at the bottom,

And I can’t swim up

Spinning

Being pushed

Down

Further

And

Further

There is no breath

Left in my lungs

No life

Left in my veins

My open veins

Gushing blood

I bleed out

And there is no one

To sew me up

After a while the pain runs out,

Starts making less sense

Pain is just pain when it isn’t recorded

The tally marks on my skin

Are etched, counting the hurts

But recently I’m running out of space

[mykwrites]

Red, the colour of hearts, love, valentine its

pretty

But red is also sparkling blood, dripping

from eyes, mouth

Mouth,

The mouths we kiss with.

Vomit,

from the mouth until there's no more

just stomach acid.

My intestines

pulled out for you to feed

form a love heart just for

You. You you

My love? Love?

My love is a pleading scream of

agony, agony please. Anything.

My voice too hoarse to please

My love is a knife

sharp, real, clear. But

dirty. Dirt. Dirtied

With the blood

The mud

The guts

the fucking guts

My love is as bright, as strong, as thick

as a puddle of blood

I fell as fast as a decapitated head

thrown into the deep, unknowable ocean

I love you like the killer loves

the thrill

[mykwrites]

Soak yourself in the guilt, pouring

from the sky

Wear sunglasses in the rain

Wince from the lemon juice on your hands

Give more than your heart,

Lungs, mind, the blood in your veins

In between your thighs

You're missing something -

What?

Hold their heart with,

shakey hands

Drop

Drop

Drop

Father I tried

[mykwrites]

I stand alone

the darkness stretches before me.

I call out

my voice frail and tired.

But

the voice that comes back

is only my own.

One foot before the other

Crunch. Crunch.

Across the empty tracks.

My fingers caress.

The cold,

brick walls.

A figure fades into my vision,

it's head tilts.

I see my hand reach out

to touch it.

Pull.

[mykwrites]

Freedom.

Freedom from girl, she

You'll be a great mother, when are you going to find a good man?

the expectation

Relief.

The relief to be the wind

blowing through the flowers

to be a warm pulse and a mind

a whistle and a song

Freedom for my curves and shape

to not tie me down, to not label and force

but to be the curve of the crashing waves

the shape of a pained voice

my breasts the sun and moon that protects

my hips, love and security.

Freedom for my body to not be a category,

a box and a guideline.

But the shapes of me, and the Earth from that I came.

[fatalplants]

[ruffboi-mags]

And the universe said "I love you because you are love".

[potentialbadasselectrician-deac]

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