slash

grapefruit-colored chopped comet spattered pattern
XANAX RASHES UP MY WIRST, EYES CLOTTED BY POT-STOPPED TEARS.

x evidence

There are stains on my carpet from sweat, fire, ash and tears.
My mirrors are cracked and my stories full of holes I don't like being filled.
The blood stains are the spots that never leave my skin.
The spots of exhaustion of yearning, different from solitude.
Seen behind my glares and indifference in short timed pools of reflections.

cyclical soul -bottom Numbness

Out of Respect
I exclude myself from my
Usual exclusion. The
carefully-layered, spine-breaking

diy-Dug bunker of cyclical soul-bottom Numbness
to breathe a sigh of relief

but the sigh is a stab
cutting me deep
I'm exhaling just because,
somehow, the pain is lenient, lets
me breathe.

Sadness and the Visual
embrace of your deep, watering eyes
pierces my mind whether my eyes are open or slammed shut.

I may be lost to you but
I let you enter and hurt me with
your unintentional memories shaped
like out-of-body streaming media.

twothousands

twothousands ut seems everyone is afraid of showing what they wrote lately in twothousands like a virus. That's why I wanted to put my twothousands together)
twothousands
my thoughts are strung out and perplexing
my minds signed, left on its sabbatical
won't be back to see the paperwork there are dishes to do and children to pet and in this fucked up situation I'd be blind if I was not upset.
Black op cops pimped out chameleons stenciled against once trusted pink walls. I am alone and in company but right now I shiver wondering what I'd do if it was you who was the one to find me.

waves

If
I'm on a wave of uncertainty you're a
slave to eternity we're all inside this
crystal ball frozen getting shooken up
stopped and dropped then the warmth
of someone holding
us
even in motion paralyzed
Not in my hands or yours anymore,
rolling around left for uncertainty on the floor.