go away

I banged my knee hard and now there are white spots in my monitor screen.
He said *I* could have come down and now my head hurts.
Those two aren't around to hear me and now I'm writing to you, biting my lip.

fuck you.
you stubborn
hurtful
pouting fool.
You've mistaken me
for someone who will babysit
your old crying eyes.
It just so happens
I guilt easily
and harp.
Thanks for not realizing that.
And instead dumping your
sins on my lap
- wishing me to
mend them.

the secret garden

No secret is safe with me. I will open the doors and shout out to break the spell you have begged me to enforce. I fantasise of exposing every organ in your body. After I take your lungs and your spleen I will examine your heart. Then, I will whisper, very loudly, across many continents, about the secrets I recover – vital but well hidden. I want them to know the size of your heart. Every secret deserves a second chance and every chance will be well received.

Cold sparkling streams and green spongy moss

Left over mascara, sunk under my eyeballs, clings to the insides of my lids. I pull the long slimy spider legs off the conjunctiva and onto my cheeks. One poisoned blood shot eye looks back at me and somehow joins forces with my father from the past and tries to guilt me into understanding makeup’s stupidity. The graphic visual and the added bonus of an almost forgotten memory does nothing to sway my devotion to the product. Instead, I wonder if perhaps I should have bought the one with less doubling power and in the brown tint.

Senses are forgotten and Nothing consumes.

I wouldn't know how to be this way now

Turns out sipping on warm alphagetti while watching soft-core porn on a Tuesday afternoon isn’t as fun as one would think it should be.