The heat of their breath hit the coldness in the airand as the two hityou could see their breath heating up the Winter airas the wind growled pushing the snow in their faceas the icy ground gave outsending them within the cracksas the coldness took them overimprisoning them within a block of ice. Thanks forContinue reading “The heat of their breath.”
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Their thoughts endless.
A green, greyish creaturecovered by scales all the way down to their tailthat once could have been legs.If they had evolved upon landrather than diving deeperdown the depths of the coldest of placesand deeper they went loosing fur facial features changing teeth pointedeye lids no longer neededgills to breath and a tail to swim.Echolocation becauseContinue reading “Their thoughts endless.”
Staring out at the water.
Staring out at the wateras the reflective glarestares back at youingesting your tearsas the sadness within you sees only the despair being eaten by salineyour wounds open the salt in the watermixed with your bloodtrying to dissolve the toxic moodsthat destroy the happiest thoughtsbecause those thoughtsare rarely strong enough to surfacebecause it’s the angerand theContinue reading “Staring out at the water.”
New merchandise.
(Explicit language and content.) Hello, I was following up on an addand I was wondering if you were still looking? Yes,we’re always looking for new merchandise. I’ll be dead in a few yearsterminal I supposeand dying as the disease runs its coursewould become costly. I’d rather you take me before I get to ugly. AssistedContinue reading “New merchandise.”
Constant thinking.
I think it thoroughly picking out the splintersflicking them back at youwith that thick skin they repel back at meand I’m left feeling prickly and sick with guiltand more thoughtsmore feelings because I can’t escapethe constant thinking.
Ripping off the layers.
They removed the skin from each body ripping off the layers and reapplying with colorful quiltsto close in the organs and keep them safe. Tossing all types of genitalia into boxes for they were wasted bitsand no longer useful reproduction could be done in a labthose tools are nothing but messysloppy bits nowrendered useless byContinue reading “Ripping off the layers.”
Sleeping the thoughts off.
Sleeping the thoughts offas the eyes closemore appearwithout my control and I see the stories playof faces I don’t quite knowand I awakejot a few lines down to save and wash through my conscious mind mixing in the detergent letting them turn and soak indown to the final beepout they gohanging them to dryawaiting aContinue reading “Sleeping the thoughts off.”
At home.
My home is a place to be freefree of religious valuesof civil thinking’s and disturbing fetishes of those outside my doorsand when letters are leftat my doordenouncing my soul allowing me a chance at enlightenment I set the words on fireso they can reach their heavenand leave me at home in peace. Thanks for reading.Continue reading “At home.”
Not a perfect puzzle piece.
I’m not a perfect puzzle piece slightly bent and it’ll never fit back in the last piece and it can’t be finishedbecause I never belonged. A distorted image layered on in the factoryslipping out unnoticeda defectand I accept that because I don’t want to finish the picture on the box. My mind it’s not patientandContinue reading “Not a perfect puzzle piece.”
Seeping out of the pot.
A wrong answera failed gradeseveral mistakes boiling and seeping out of the potas the stove continues sizzling and laughter invadesbecause tryingand trying morebecomes worthlessonce the water evaporates entirely. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 