bones & star-
fever burns &
to be synonymous with suicidei wrote dime storeto be synonymous with suicide by *ColorBlindSushi
words and, wayworn,
cesium and saltwater,
i had but one request:
my own head
on a silver platter.
mescalinewe raise bygone czarsmescaline by *ColorBlindSushi
to walk amongst the living
like travelers in blue skulls,
& i am a preacher
made of offhand remarks &
long-healed headaches -
oh, the whole world is catatonic.
Elysiumi am alkaline,Elysium by *ColorBlindSushi
speaking of star-stitched
harlots with a
tongue tinged ultraviolet;
love, you are selenic & i
am mercurial melancholy
Modifyi am tellurium melancholy -Modify by *ColorBlindSushi
i speak like i am a god
while i decay: blood bruises
& stelliform girls are
celestial bodies, lime lights
Astrali'm the seraphicAstral by *ColorBlindSushi
a hallowed body
like i am hellbent on
BangIBang by *AyeAye12
Lead shuttle fracking open skin and
blood flailing in the echo of
whip-cries punctuated by metal,
dance of burning pink and
white-hot snapshot of death from
Grim's bang-bang camera.
spadeyou, into my bonesspade by ~chancerox
dug marrow with a spade.
my house, filled with cats & combs;
only breathless air can fade.
the points of his nails
raging against her patchwork quilt,
ripped off the ends of my cattails
and my celosia began to wilt.
there are many wicked things
and the spade is most impartial.
swords and daggers will slay kings
but the spade buries the marshall.
you're just a question marki met you so long agoyou're just a question mark by ~ghearradh
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
outsiders don't understanddad,outsiders don't understand by ~brokenfragilethings
i'm sorry that i take
up more space
than you want me to
but i wish you could just
tell me i was okay
scars to saviors.my skin is still taut.scars to saviors. by ~MadamWoe
but it has been
almost 6 months now,
and i realize
that although scars will not fade,
the holes in my heart