June 2012
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Black
I peel back the flesh. Tendrils of dark seep out, and, startled, I slap the smooth strip of skin back down, sealing the gateway once again. I stare at what has been revealed, heart arrhymic, and gape at the formerly clean tract of skin. Incredulous, I allow my fingers to trace it, the slick, tarry shadow still leaking from the cracks.
“If you keep this up, you’ll let them...
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I hate being drunk enough to stumble
but not drunk enough
(never drunk enough)
to forget you.
To be able to feel you pry
my still-throbbing heart from my
chest
and feel you shatter it, keeping
most of the shards
for yourself.
and just drunk enough
to remember
that you could care less.
i’m sorry.
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Journal, 6/18/12, 12:36 am
My room smells like smoke and dark roses.
Curtains closed, the light from the candle flickers a sinister orange, casting the room with the fiery glow.
I close my eyes.
I breathe.
I let that sensation take over.
And I smile, a laugh finally building in my throat.
Yes.
This is a feeling I can grasp onto.
This is a feeling I can keep.
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I am his puppet,
he pulls the strings
to make me do beautiful,
terrible things.
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swallow your tears
swallow your pills
swallow your fears
you’ll be all right someday
in the trickle of red
in the click of steel
you will find salvation.
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I’m a blight on the earth. But I’m learning to be okay with that, embrace the fact that I can unravel it all. I’m sure that if I could just focus, I could tear it all down. I’m an artist, but I’m not meant for creation. We both know what I’m meant for, deep down.
I destroy, distort, taint and poison everything that has ever mattered. And you’re the...
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sexonadeathbed:
moonlight creature
suffocating in skin;
a disaster of flesh
help me escape.
swift scalpel,
gentle stitches—
make it hurt?
