#brokenbodies

//Gore// Breathing fish scales scrape up to my throat from my core The mercy of gills on a linoleum floor A strange whisper, "You know I want more." A clear indication of what I can no longer pour Crave the broken bodies of the sore I don't want to be the skeleton washed off the shore Drop the act and the rest I'll deplore An agony of my own creation that I can't control Could it be any more sickly sure Frothing foam at the mouth the only metaphor Weeds fidgeting among lily pads a sorry place for a war I can't even see who I'm frightened for As I continue to choke out on this linoleum floor

"Before I Was Saved, I Failed At Everything", a gouache diptych from 2014. #tbt #gouache #diptych #brokenbodies #surgery #soon https://www.instagram.com/p/BswZ2YMF48R/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15e5y7xhq6bma

I've worked so hard I've made myself sick The stress of it all Caused my body to collapse Sprawled out on the floor Just begging for sleep or peace No homework, no job Just relaxation But in the modern world, That doesn't exist We most work till our fingers bleed And study till our brains explode No time for fun, no time to breathe Our bodies slowly falling apart Much quicker than they're used to. Not able to handle the pressure This our generation The generation of broken bodies That continue to get up each day Because it's what society tells us When really we'd rather be able to breathe