sectumsempra
endless consumption. take in my pain and my joy and the things in between, but it'll never be enough. spit out bones and pick out the flesh between your teeth. find some way to carry on when you're running on empty.
+ + little faces pressed against the glass roof looking up at the stars.
(they will never reach them
except in dreams
and the secret wishes of their hearts
will stay secret.)
the taste of mint in my mouth and coal painted on my fingertips. inhale, exhale. it is that moment before dawn in my mind, where the world is peaceful. black painted on my cheeks, light in my eyes, smoking like the dragon atop his pile of gold. inhuman satisfaction. inhale, exhale.
two halves of a whole, two pieces of broken glass on the floor. whichever step you take will be the wrong one, rest assured.
being lonely is not the same thing as being unhappy, not for me. wrap my arms around my own body and feel my heart in my chest. i am alone, i am fine. no tears tonight. silence.
things are happening and they're happening without me, but that's okay
i'm my own-
words lines letter meanings behind black shapes language teaching scorning yearning heart and soul and blood and tears but also lies and mistakes, these are the things coming out of our hands and our pens