the acrid smell burned your nostrils, your tongue scraping the soodling blood against your teeth and lips.
i whisper something you don't understand. there's movement in the corridor.
perhaps it's only a nightmare. perhaps it will go away. either way, i probably mean well. probably.
what if, tired of me flinching away every time your shoulder grazed mine as we were watching the film, you fell asleep, only for me to wake you up in the middle of the night, kissing my lips against yours through my hand pressed against your mouth.
what if you tried to breathe through my fingers as
good stuff!
𝘺𝘰𝘶' 𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 , 𝘩𝘶𝘩 ? 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 . 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘳 𝘨𝘧 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ? 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 , 𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘧 . 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯' 𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺 𝘰 𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 . 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 , 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦-
😌
forced flesh debridement;
allolytic cullage, verm–
–eil poisoned with grit
compound fracture words
jutting unnatural an–
–gles, jaggedsplintered
forced flesh debridement;
allolytic cullage, verm–
–eil poisoned with grit
no how dare you
[ convinces you to send me a 30min audio of pure breathing exercises consisting of holding the air in until failure, fully deflating your lungs until failure, over and over again with no pauses ]
abrasion-tanned flayed swathe
of semi-divest'd skin,
too-young blossoms, unswayed,
tousled locks still untrimmed;
collarbones hewn from calcite,
soft acclivous caress—
rare contronyms' affright,
ankles (gun-shy) undrest,
rosy-tinted touched stagger
wept by rownsepyking dagger.
'yaoi, yknow? when gayboys are softboys? when they are all tender with a whimsical child-like wonder towards their own gayfeelings?'
:3
scrawling incisures;
toothtraced chatelaine's carbide
chains—harnessing you.
🖤
alright, but my ex better not be there or i'm gonna lose it
you can get both at ikea
buying lost positive adjectives from ikea but they always forget my suffixes *long sigh*
sometimes you're called to something. sometimes it's torture
along the rushing sound
of running sinks together,
tangled limbs, vellum-bound,
drowned and held in harsh leather;
the pungent smell of thighs
tasting steel above water,
flooded lungs, melted knives
that, burning, weld and cauter.
as someone who drinks most of my daily water after 10pm, very true
when i misbehaved as a child, spending too much time alone, i reached deep inside until the distinction between teleology and teleonomy naturally arose. from that moment i swore vengeance on those that wronged me, but i could only see myself staring back. so i travelled east—
but i don't wanna be feckful, i wanna be gormless
evil monday again let's get that blood
plunging walls
bent for you, embraced
by a too boring neutral-grey
mid-afternoon,
i saw your number in a
black screen
like closed eyes.
i saw autumn-red
and winter-white
and the green in your
arms, i saw you
so many times.
do you feel the
needle-stapling of adder
poison stealing
stealing away,
from me, the words from
our shared pain?
watching your
rot-giving thrumming
hand, the raindrop
shadows of a scattered
smile dropping
when i said
i hated you.
feasting off the
tongue-trailed pelt
of ragged red-dyed
shoulder wounds and
blunt-force dented
skin: tungsten
glass
smoldering clean;
translucid-black cubital
fossae bathed
in powdered graphite
under muscle
slags and
track marks.
losing my fingers against the blades under which my true face resides, as each cut whispers a letter from my name, smeared with the traces of loved one's calligraphies coalesced with the rusting ironware scent of a clockwork memory, fading away, ruined by the search itself i can't veer from or avoid
if you can feed it you can train it
