Stitches
7.09.2016
i suppose i must be burlap
if you are wool.
we play at being friends,
we rent our sentiments.
symbiotic tug-of-war.
sometimes you drain
like potatoes in a can.
thick-spun slime melting off
slowly, then all at once;
you don’t keep well.
the world smiles gorgeous
but not for this one,
this one right here
that stabs slivers of glass
into the backs of eyes.
and those hooks! they claw,
they tear scar tissue
anew, and i don’t scream;
you pass over me in shadow.
it is just this again.
i will endure it, endless,
forever cosmos wrapping,
twisting to pull me
into your black mouth.
awaiting the kill.
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2.11.2018 at 9:57:28
Together but always apart. Having to deal with emotions and things in life is always tricky. Remember, darkness is only powerful if you keep your eyes shut and don’t follow your senses. Finding the light however’s the trickiest part.
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