ripley

been awhile… got my first tattoo and fell in love

“But all the women children, that have not known a man by lying with him, keep alive for yourselves.”

the voice of a girl strangled in the wall moss

but if i wake up now, the summer heat will turn me over

you could not survive in this house i’m holding on my shoulders

piece together a picture out of years of my shed skin

how? how do you love — when you lack the self-respect — to offer — your heart in any way more difficult — than as a bargaining chip at an auction house? you’re a living stockyard — who can’t afford her own appraisal — and too blind to see it if they could. any mare who cast her lot in your’s, — would find as many prison cells - as stables. you’d lock her into a prism — and never see more than one side at a time.

you — poison — root. you self-sacrifice — like one blood-lets a corpse. your’s is an incestuous trauma; — stagnantly, — it breeds lust in itself — and reaches onto rotted ballasts — as if they’re pregnant with the ecstasy of falling. you spill —every seed — on the floor — each weigh — more — than your conscious. you dream — of a savior — not that they’d give you their seat on the lifeboat — but that they’d sit — with you — and drown. grinding your teeth — on dreams — you steal the sleep of the faithful. turn away sinner. let your burdened - mind - free - itself only — and never release against another.