it has passed

The monster under your bed is just as lonely as your are

i want to be like the forest vast and teeming with life trees rooted in my skin and drinking the blood from my veins flesh feeding the wild animals in my muscles they'll put my body to more use than i ever could

bugs crushed beneath bare palms their innards smeared on pants roadkill picked clean by scavengers bones pristine bellies full of filth

My bones groan like an old house 'Your body is just settling,' my mother tells me I don't want to settle I want to be demolished

there is no difference between your name and the sound my bones make when they break.

Crash against me like water against the rocks Erode me until I am nothing but another part of you

Think not of the pieces that have been lost to others and their out stretched hands for they are easily replaceable with pieces that are not your own

when they tell you that pretty girls aren’t meant to be monsters show them your fangs laugh until it sounds like howling let them know you love yourself far more than they could ever hate you.

Embrace your longing to be a tragedy lather your palms in blood your knuckles in bruises let your feet cross battlefields of glass breath in the night air and exhale its ashes