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How do you tell a professional that you took on the role of abusive parent and child all in one? The rational, hardened part of my brain stuck in survival mode, berates and terrorizes the softer parts of me. The parts too small to be noticed. Crying is irrational and feeling is worthless.
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Vulgar words thrown like daggers. A way for the skin on my knuckles to have a break.
The conversation is long dead. Disgust fills me as you pick at its carcass. Pushing your fingers between bones, greedily. As if overcome by malnourishment since I got the last word. You’re a vulture. A depraved and pathetic thing. Oh how I long for the day those pieces rot in your throat.
A mouth woven shut
No one likes the sharpened truth
When it is chronic
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There are days I’m so exhausted it feels like my soul is filled with mud.
Yet every night 1am passes by like the elderly lady down the street. Consistent.. almost obsessive in her routine.
Fuck, some days I wish she’d stay home. But even during those times I wait to watch her pass.
Finding comfort in the late hour, consistent.. almost obsessive in my routine.
Like if I missed it just I’d never see it again.
I am afraid that there is something so wicked within me. Something so vile that it will poison the very earth I’m buried in.
I feel no inspiration, no beauty, not even pain. The ache of this missing has hollowed into my chest. Sprouted roots through my throat and planted me right here.
The Cow, Ariana Reines
he rips her from the soil and hoists her inside (he loves me, he loves me not)
he plucks her petals one by one (he loves me, he loves me not)
he waters her with bleach and drowns her in the kitchen sink (he loves me, he loves me not)
thorns prick milky white buds (he loves me, he loves me not)
she wilts and withers as the rain washes the pollen away (he loves me, he loves me not)
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“Real magic can never be made by offering up someone else’s liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. The true witches know that.”
Peter S. Beagle - “The Last Unicorn”
There are shadows in the corners of my eyes. Telling me my damnation is a breath away.
I am not scared.
I wish she’d hold my hand
Tonight I’ll let myself feel. I’ll unlock the storm cellar. Crawl hands and knees like an animal to my own doom. Grab the shovel. Dig the dirt & sit in the hole with my soul. I’ll make my body look me right in the eyes and tell me all the things it thinks before I devour it with all I know.
God I want to be soft. To lay my head on someone’s chest without the weight of my pain killing them
I am a marvel
Not in a placid sense
Not subtle or silent
l am a cathedral
Ancient and holy.
I stand brick and mortar, built by the ghosts of my ancestors and the blisters on the bloody hands of my past
I have died atop each layer of concrete and while relics rarely show apprehension to time you will find comfort in knowing my blood has stained each grain of wood
Lead by my fears through the halls guests are greeted by the chorus of once muffled screams. Different versions of myself, like maidens of the cloth, dancing across the marble floor twisting and twirling with reality.
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I have so much anger for you. Or maybe it’s not anger. But it feels stronger than frustration, an aching in my veins, burn in my heart. So heavy and vibrant that it can’t be anything good.
