CiceroneShow me another way to think.
Show me a paved corridor through the dungeon of my mind.
I want to watch you form words with your lips;
See them take root in your mind and spread up through your throat
and bloom from your tongue. Show me you know what I mean.
Show me a new puzzle, someone I haven't figured out yet.
Double DamagedThe cultural cure was felt as she sheared off her hair.Double Damaged3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Persistently, Hatred swallowed the forensic evidence
burying her desperation beneath layers of cotton.
She plastered a behavioral anecdote over torn skin
and vowed not to let them get to her so easily.
She created a personal joke, once consumed by her fear
now showing confidence so bright it almost blinded.
Hatred paused in reflection, accusation a rhetoric,
The tides turned once more against her confidence
They gained another teenaged sacrifice.
TidesI tried to stop myselfTides3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from being drawn to you
For a while I had forgotten
but then I spent a few hours with you
and they crushed all semblance of reality
like a fucking bug and I knew
then that I was hopelessly
dead-weighted underwater for you.
LiarYour smile is just as genuine as it was last week,Liar3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'm still fighting with those thread-thin
self-inflicted stings on my right arm.
I can tell you there is never any blood.
I found another needle in my skin.
There isn't a better word for lonely.
I won't dance again.
My circulation is too poor,
I can't feel my legs.
I'm cold all day.
My fingertips are numb
You can feel them shaking.
I can't wipe that look you gave me from my mind.
It hurt, and I know you didn't want
to let that taint your face
and I said "I'm sorry."
You said "It's fine."
I still don't believe you.
I am terrified of abandonment.
I know you said you won't ever leave me
while I'm awake, like God,
only God's a liar.
I'm in control of myself.
I'm still fighting those visible ribs.
I can tell you the tension isn't friendly
It's not my posture.
Do you know what running water sounds like?
It's in the back of my mind
trickling through my eyes.
at least we can walk together now.
Eloquence Played In PairsI craveEloquence Played In Pairs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cut Time Dig sonatas into your thighsCut Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
knowing that they're never written
for you. The ones written
in the moonlight, reeking of lust
and a cacophony of dissonance,
are the ones your mind screams
Give He knew another wave of nausea was coming. He gagged on it. There was no relief for the crawling lurch to his stomach. again his throat spasmed and liquid poured from him like a fucking rainstorm. He was dirty, filthy, worthless. Like food chewed and spat up.Give3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wasn't good. His fingers clenched into his thighs, digging canyons, creating rivers. Not enough Another storm surge washed up is throat, now burned raw. His chest heaved, ribs flaring out like oars dipping into water. The night changed to dawn with his face pressed to the cool porcelain. The day remained gray as he slept through this mood.
It started once more with scratching, tearing holes into gifts he'd been given, and shredding pictures from the past. His mind flooded and went blank. He didn't fight it this time. Nausea never came.
TaxidermyMake me wax and make me wireTaxidermy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burn the cables, burn the ties
Stitch quick, stitch sure
Glue falsity to my skin
Please spirit away the gore
Make my cheeks flush red
Give my eyes a sparkle
Make me a lie I can believe
PoisonI tasted your lip-spilled liePoison4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as it stained your red t-shirt.
It flows from your mouth freely before you can stop it.
No - no, don't stop now,
I want to know just how far you can weave.
Before you're entangled.
Your honey-sweetened words flit past your teeth
before you clamp them shut and look at me
your eyes begging me.
Believe this one, just this once, trust me.
I nod and smile, but there's little you can do
to mend my doubts now.
My fixation is shattered on the floor.
Pretty liar, love,
your lies are intoxicating.
Before you know it,
I've been there.
I've no throat.
It's what I get for swallowing ammonia
just to get the taste of dishonesty
out of my skin, my tongue, lips.
Until you swallow ammonia,
be a liar.
Ribcage SonataI am the only one here who has died one thousand deaths by my own hand.Ribcage Sonata3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I read them like a hymnal,
burning my skin with assurances I don't really mean and God smiles down at me
as if I've done something right,
as if I've done some time for my sins.
I tell Him to live in my celiac plexus
just to get a taste of what He's molded.
He's a Cheshire-grinner, sipping a gin and tonic
next to me like He has no new appointments
and tells me to come home with Him.
I implored Him to become the wood-grain in the pew under my thighs.
He hummed and murmured that I was too fickle a congregant and would not stay sitting long enough.
He suggested that I should clasp my hands together and pray a little harder.
I countered, telling Him, "Become a woman and see how it is to be born of a Rib."
I sit at the pew and contemplate each
scar I have found upon my flesh and between
each sewn fingertip, and decided I was wrong.
I wanted Him to live in my sinuses; to whine and complain about each change in pres
Shutter StuckThere's some part of you that's been institutionalized.Shutter Stuck3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are some kind of ritual I repeat to myself
to keep calm and I know that I depend too much on
Over-the-counter medications but you're one of those things
I'm addicted to that I'll never, ever, give up.
There's an inherent healing quality about you that's been memorialized.
You make it so damn hard to remember the universe-shit-stain
that is my existence. An eternity locked inside a box that is my gender
and my fingertips can hold no key that isn't bloody.
I've been foggy. I've been exhausted on ten hours of sleep
I've felt caffeine shudder through my veins until I'm sick.
You're the Valium to the panic switch. I'll breathe.
Capture the moment, stuck here again.
I'll be institutionalized in your memory.
Reality Amongst the AstronautsPoint out all the ways I was inconsistent,Reality Amongst the Astronauts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hope God will pull me back into reality.
Point out all the ways I am inconsistent,
I don't sleep well alone.
Point out all the ways I will be inconsistent,
I will draw blood.
Keeping SecretsLime is your lip color.Keeping Secrets4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyeshadow is saphire.
Your eyes are golden
and your voice is agonizing.
Your french manicured nails
leave red scratch marks as you reach for me.
Subtle isn't your nature,
your middle name is sure as hell
But you only told me this secret to keep me
wrapped around your finger
Your mother used your middle name to keep control of you
so now I have it to use it against you.
But you have mine
so maybe we're even.
We'll play rock-paper-scissors in my backyard again
before you take your stiletto heels
my heart out.
I don't bleed.
But as a last utterance
and you cry not out of guilt, but
because you know
just how much I could have
No, it's just that
I would have given you away.
Order of OperationsWe're all thieving, polluting criminals, aren't we?Order of Operations3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You twist cotton and facades, forming a curtain of
pity me, pity me, pity me
and all the sane want to do is
smother you, smother you, smother you.
We're all thieving, polluting criminals,
if we don't listen to you, if we don't pity you
and I do not wish to pity you.
Thinking, ParalyzedYou caught the pad of your thumbThinking, Paralyzed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against your bottom lip, thinking swiftly.
Teeth against keratin and germs and
pulling apart fibers with crude precision,
it's really not a thought process without self-loathing.
You remembered red was your favorite color
when you were young. Overtaken by purple
once you knew how to say it properly.
There's the slightest blip where
you wonder how you went wrong.
You shove it away, tongue darting to wet your lips
Nail varnish tastes like shit;
Your nose scrunches slightly as your tongue scatters
the polish against the roof of your mouth.
You contemplate falling apart again.
Your eyes dart from one corner of the room to the next,
seeing spiders in empty spaces.
Your breath hitches at crawling limbs.
Hands are on your skin but you
don't care as numbness descends and
you're awake again eventually.
Breathing has become aggravating.
The almost-stagnant in-and-out in-and-out
synchronized with your finger-twitches.
Cold sweats are suddenly habitual.
StereotypeTake a broken girl.Stereotype3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a broken girl and dangle beauty in front of her face and make a martyr of her, revel in her devotion and her needy passion and let her scramble for some grotesque form of approval and then hold her until she
Break a broken girl.
Break a broken girl and play apathy while she writhes and sobs to herself and curses under her breath that there is no more music in the world and she will seek unholy savior and a martyr is broken and she will take a cold shower to
Fix a broken girl.
Fix a broken girl, polish her like she could shine again and tell her that she is beautiful, tell her that and watch her weep in disbelief and she will call you a liar when all she wants is to feel safe again and she will try to
Slap a broken girl.
Slap a broken girl and whisper love in her ears while she cries for you, because she can't let go anymore and she will clutch her stomach and scream
Take a broken girl.
Take a broke