Some people may read the title of this piece and immediately assume that I am a woman writing about the greatest loss of the greatest love of my life. In a way, they would be correct. These words hold sorrow over the loss of someone that I love. The only difference is this is situation… Continue reading The Deterioration of Us
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I am Alive.
Quiet. Listen. Can you hear the noise? The buzzing in your head? The ringing in your ears? It’s the glitch and it's filled with reverberating static. Silence. Watch this. A mild haunting between moments of time. The present. The past. The future. Blending. Bending. The clash of multiple worlds. Beautiful violence in the slightest of… Continue reading I am Alive.
The Real Me.
Dismantle my limbs, piece by piece. My soul floats above, watching the carnage. Here lies the massacre of selves, and I feel weightless. Complacent. Pull me apart, and insert all of the ashes from the fires you have thrown me into. Smoke signals speak to the inter-dimensional beings. Let me breathe after you obliterate me.… Continue reading The Real Me.
Bound
I dance with my beautiful demons; we spin chaotically around the hollow room, laughter booming, filling the stagnant air with music and madness. I love when my demons wrap me up in their magnetic strength. Tightly; forcefully, binding our ties together, as they hold me against their chest. They take my breath away, and god,… Continue reading Bound
Burnt Flesh (Do you see me?)
The madness doused me in gasoline. The pain struck the first match. The heartbreak sauntered over to me slowly and just like that I was screaming beneath the flames. Nothing will ever be the same, will it? Now that I am charred and scarred and covered in ash? But maybe I'm okay with that. The… Continue reading Burnt Flesh (Do you see me?)