Dear pitiful flower plucker-- chasing plastic miracle muscle extension to mask your small bloom stop polluting front page with you suckage and get a life already-- bring burner accounts with you while you are at it.
i drink a coffee the way a wound bleeds warm beneath my skin its heat bites at my palms a reminder of something that once beat too loud that was swallowed in the calm that comes after the storm
they say the room leans into silence a soft presence that fills in blanks barely there and kind of everywhere clinging to places no one dares to touch
my girlfriend once asked if i ever wanted the world to feel it my heat beneath the calm the quiet fire that burns low waiting for the right moment to go wild if i ever wanted to break something solid glass bone or a fragile line
i smiled at her slow and uneven like a ribbon unwinding in the wind i wasn't ready to give her an answer the ground beneath me stirred a ripple of something getting ready to break the quiet before the earthquake
i know rage
how it rises like smoke spewing from wet wood a scream tangled in tears you can't hide a fist swelling thick with heat only to roll back into itself settling like ash
but i also know silence deep and dependable like the roots of a big tree twisting beneath the earth keeping strong against the storm kindly asking to keep off
it echoes in me kind of a reminder this too will pass and when it does what remains will not be shaken
and i think there's a slant to the world a tilt faint but undeniable where everything feels kind of out of sorts like a burning mess ðŸ’
she thought we could swim along easy breezy not much speed but at least far away
but then came the tide tossing me in with a posse of murky bad blood who always did what they said they'd never do
my girlfriend kept reminding me my promises sink fast but bob later more bloated than true
she says my word is buoyant until someone leans on me but her disappointment never drowns just drifts closer to mud smiling like driftwood posing as my rescue
i think i need a better life jacket so i can flotsam away or maybe a new girlfriend who won't jetsam with a posse of murky bad blood
i hold my pen like a molten iron searing burning heat kinda like a voice buried too long it bleeds in fire and ink lines crack through the bed of a once-living thing
the river has run dry kinda like soft sighs over stones a ribbon of silvered dead dreams now it’s a mouth gaping and thirsty craving the taste of anything but dirt
the trees lean in rusted branches roots reaching for raindrops in dust the fish are gone their ghosts swim there now ugly beasts swimming in my brain now
i write more so not to remember but to file a grievance the pen brands truths into the paper’s flesh dry cracked parchment i dare to call river each word my funeral each pause my drought but i can’t get the heat to lift so i write
she likes to follow me into the steam where the water blurs kinda somewhere between her skin and my dreams she says to don't give any mind to her she's just here to kneel and pray i don't speak
she listens to the way i breathe
when i think no one is near i let her finish praying and let out a big scream i thinks she kinda likes it when i call her Amen
she tucks them there right under my nose her tiny pink hipsters kinda like some soft silky secret silk under my sleep not to forget just to tease me a little kinda her way of saying i was here i'm gonna be back for more her pink flag of tender ****** waving with laughs and skin whispering hot stuff her cotton-made pillow talk