Shards of glass cut into my feet, but I feel nothing. Knife wounds slice against my arms, but I feel nothing. Hot steaming water pours down over me, but I feel still nothing. You thrust your hand into my chest, […]
Looking back now, I realise I did what needed to be done. He was an insect, a parasite that was slowly sucking the life out of me. Even when I craved that from him because it meant he was paying attention.
You’ve never reached out your hand to me, I’ve always been the one to grab it as it swings lifelessly by your side. While you breathe in air, I’d breathe out disappointment. It doesn’t take much for thin hair to […]
It’s the oldest, most basic of instincts. Something we crave, something we loathe, something we feel is as necessary as air but is actually nowhere near that vital. Yet still, we all strive to feel it, at least once.
I like to sit in the quiet, where nothing moves and my breath is but a touch upon my own skin, damp and cold. I can pretend that my voice echoes off of newly white painted walls, wrapping me up in my own words […]
Sometimes I like to pretend that I don’t remember how your voice sounds, or how many seconds it takes for you to inhale my love and exhale it like poison dripping out of your mouth. I like to pretend that I don’t […]
I crawled into the depths of your heart, and hoped to God that you wouldn’t find me. I hid in the shadows, fed on your love, and swam through the thorns to find your soul. All I found was pitch darkness, and the […]
I stare at it day after day. He didn’t have many talents, but he was a genius behind the camera. The cityscape captured through his lens and magnified to take up the space of an entire wall. I wish I could tear it down.