#dull edges

[somethinggrizzly-blog]

“Make your worth Sharpen corner Know the queue Open the zoo”

[somethinggrizzly-blog]

“My edge is scraped Rounded smooth”

[somethinggrizzly-blog]

“We're set into A wide open zoo “

[somethinggrizzly-blog]

“In this world we are small In this world we are dull”

[somethinggrizzly-blog]

“Are we here? In control? Set into An open zoo”

[thewrittensailor]

Dull Edges

When it comes on, you may not know. I pray. It is not loud. Not outside my body, where a heart races, stutters, rages, pushing against flower filled lungs. Keep your ears away from my breast. It screams. No, settle love. This is just my mind, I'm used to it. Shattering. Roaring. Shaking. I'm smoothing the edges that result in hopes that you won't cut yourself on me, because dull ridges hurt too. It just takes more time. You will catch me sneaking away with no God be with ye. Please dont be mad, just follow the menthol smoke. Tar kills and no one questions it, not like scars. I will need you. Let me pull close when I return. Your ceiling might become my movie screen at night, just so I don't have to look at our skin when the unspoken 'it' begs me to cut out my viens and spread them in the dirt. Narcis shouldn't have to see Nero’s forest alone and that's what I'm growing, isn't it? The Mother needs life to give it, after all. Namera wants her trees and- I'll probably need to spill ink instead to appease my mind. So if you catch me with a notebook in your bed, please just give me warmth until all of the nastiness is out.

[seeleruhe]

Dull Edges

When it comes on, you may not know. I pray. It is not loud. Not outside my body, where a heart races, stutters, rages, pushing against flower filled lungs. Keep your ears away from my breast. It screams. No, settle love. This is just my mind, I'm used to it. Shattering. Roaring. Shaking. I'm smoothing the edges that result in hopes that you won't cut yourself on me, because dull ridges hurt too. It just takes more time. You will catch me sneaking away with no God be with ye. Please dont be mad, just follow the menthol smoke. Tar kills and no one questions it, not like scars. I will need you. Let me pull close when I return. Your ceiling might become my movie screen at night, just so I don't have to look at our skin when the unspoken 'it' begs me to cut out my viens and spread them in the dirt. Narcis shouldn't have to see Nero’s forest alone and that's what I'm growing, isn't it? The Mother needs life to give it, after all. Namera wants her trees and- I'll probably need to spill ink instead to appease my mind. So if you catch me with a notebook in your bed, please just give me warmth until all of the nastiness is out.

[gimmetinnitus]

DULL EDGES (Live @ Muchmore's)