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@undertheguiiseofwoe
in a room
full of hanging
daggers
I bit the walls
in effortless
through ever evenings
and long mornings
I knelt,
For once
But not for god.
I deadlifted about 140 pounds tonight and managed to finish training on time. I feel good about it. My hands don’t, however.
FYI 360 is my warm up now 😹💪🏽🥴
often my body is used for gain
for purpose in movement and spittle
often my heart is used for space
the old ghosts holding cigars smoked to the nub often pray in the distance
when i am presently presented
He
Loves
Everything but me
My eyes
My eyeliner
My pussy
My throat
anything but
Me.
I read Plath
The first time
I tried to cut my
Wrists with a butter knife
and none could tell me
how miserable I became
The day after our first kiss
When then I found that
You wished I looked like
The ocean rather than moon-like.
Maybe I don’t deserve
The radiance of a burn like this
Perhaps I scar too
Easily.
the skin
on my forearms
is so tough
from all the mistakes
I’ve made —
on the surface where
the eyes meet for daybreak.
hurt
hits a bit
differently
when you
are not looking
for it —
when swimming
between the sheets
of eyes of a lover
that cannot muster
the words to save
your heart’s descent.
I wrote a thousand
poems for a man I
knew from the back
of his head –
turned on his belly,
he became a moth
in clenched fist.
let him touch you deeply in the shadow of new breath
and regret it later as he lay in wake with another’s burden
is that not how it ends with lovers here with lovers there
those fingers up the equivalent sanity of a woman’s threshold aside her womb
dirty knuckles against the cusp of candied skin
let the flies accumulate around the purpose of death
it is the same during the passing of love.
and most
defiantly
he fills the rooms
of this indifferent
mind –
a phantom trapped
in a catacomb
of sour memory
some semblance
of a sunrise for the blind
again, the veins run
at the seams
like the opening
of a letter from
A long lost friend.
I have a evolved
From simple pleasures
—left from the skins
of yesterday.
stop looking for love in the wrong places.
spilled the man, his words like flatulence upon the scent whose hands are covered in scales and dried cum
whose sex did you man handle today ?
skin torn from the thrusts of promises screamed in whispers behind the ear
my fragrance concealed in sweat and dirty fingernails
stop looking for love in the wrong places
said the man whose purity runs along the stream of shit i’ve left in spit upon his flaccid cock.
you told me to stop looking for love in the wrong places but you keep coming back here
–as soot neath’ the nails.