Nestled within the chambers live a mix of narcissistic and empathic creatures.The empaths feed on the shit of the narcissistsand the narcissists feed upon their shelterspitting out the rind.Leaving little room for the empaths to find their solitude turning them neurotic as they try to drink the liquid their home makes as if it isContinue reading “Nestled within the chambers.”
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Holes in the box.
Thoughts swim within the airpolluted by the germs of fellow wordsinfecting those thoughts with their sicknesspolluting views and simple wantsturning simple wants into weapons loaded of hate and disgustand slowly destroying the healthy bacteria living within idealsbecause perspectiveis covered in vocal cord eating bacteria getting in and exposing wounds as they slice through the larynxleavingContinue reading “Holes in the box.”
Their eyes bring me back.
I go out in my dreamsslipping within other headsthinking thoughts that belong to them giving them a stronger voicewith the keyshitting the track pad finding spaces to make wordsrather than strings of letters.Stability is important,as a writer I feel planting roots within lifekeeps my mind aware and awake. My dreams appearand they play.As if duringContinue reading “Their eyes bring me back.”
Twisting the cords.
A connection entangles the two twisting the cordsaround each other fumbling to find the ends pulling and tuggingspeaking loudereach parttrying to be heard. The cords constantly tuggedslowly they stop and their words are spoken and listened to and slowly the two stop tugging and searching for the ends because the more wrapped they become theContinue reading “Twisting the cords.”
The fruit is deadly.
Fruits are to be takenbetter hope not to be mistakena fruit is chewable and sweetswiftly taken and swallowed as a treatas long as the tree permits another to take several hitsand if the tree is to determine the taker as a vermin the fruit sweet and loving turns nasty in wording as it writes itsContinue reading “The fruit is deadly.”
To prevent drowning.
To prevent drowning one becomes submerged in anotheras their air is no longer their own they become encased inside as if the others body is a tomband in centurieswhat once was twowill be split apartand chiseledafter their deaths. As the ground abovecontinues to sinkopening it’s mouth to feed upon their compostbefore it becomes a shelterContinue reading “To prevent drowning.”
We must laugh.
We must laugh to feed the monsterif we stoppedthe monster couldn’t grow. Hovering above our wordshovering above our laughterit swallows our insultschurning in the pit of its gutand shitting out upon the rest. If we stoppedthe monster couldn’t grow.If we didn’t laugh at the wrong jokesthe monster would shrivel up and have to be watereduntilContinue reading “We must laugh.”
The forest feels.
The trees are blushedas the clouds stare down and the grass curves up in delight. A quiet peacefulnessthat ends abruptlyas life flourishes. Soften momentsin which memories are retained in the clouds. As the clouds see it all holding it in and releasing it back. The grass soaks it upgoing from an upward curveand down downContinue reading “The forest feels.”
Hands sloppily stitched.
The stuff animals split apartand hands sloppily stitchedcutting pieces that couldn’t be fixedcreating something differentthat isn’t quite as cuteas the originalsdefinitely more nightmarish. One part is looking forwardthe other to the sideas if it’s untouched by the changeit’s still itselfyet something elseand it’s ok with thatbecause looking after someone elsegives its life a purposeand whomContinue reading “Hands sloppily stitched.”
I swear they burrowed in.
I’ll take the thing this wayyou take that other thing that waywait move a little to the leftI don’t want to move to the rightyou’ve always been in chargeand I’d like to be this timelook what happened when I let you guide us through repeating it’s the shorter waywe will have extra time as ifContinue reading “I swear they burrowed in.”