Placing trust in other humans entrusting our bodiesand our mindsas if a collective community can outright simplify our livesand yet it’s complicated because in order to create the right formula they must dabble within endless combinations researching and testing choosing whovolunteers will often doand when there aren’t any? Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
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Goosebumps; my body is not a home.
Goosebumps;what is something supposed to formwithin them.Bursting;eww the goo is all over me.What is that,is it living?My body is not a homefor those things it is for me.Those things festering within.“Get out,Go!Please I’ll say it nicely and if you don’t listen I’ll force you out.”Are the bumps their indicators?“Get out,I’ll force you out I saidContinue reading “Goosebumps; my body is not a home.”
Who is the highest authority?
Who is the highest authorityall these rules who made them are they still living this place of the living does what the dead has said losing their tempersfeeling ill mannered as if dressing proper will ease the insanity I’m insane because of these threads I’m insane because of the brick and mortars I keep inspiringContinue reading “Who is the highest authority?”
I’d still be alive right?
I’m alive because I am breathing I’m alive because my heart is still pumping I’m alive and with that I’m able to thinkbecause my brain is still intact.What happens if it isn’t?If I’m comatoseI’d still be alive right?My brain would still be thinking,only I’d be dreaming on the constant and I think does my lifeContinue reading “I’d still be alive right?”
Shall we come up for air?
I bought a rather large tarp and I had set out to use itfor the intended purposesalthough in my own wayas I held on to it I thought it needs to be biggerand I looked around asking for helpbuying several more and with more hands we stitched several together and I thought it needs toContinue reading “Shall we come up for air?”
The home is hungry.
Green eyes sprouting all overclaiming their home to be the monsterand they themselves victimsforced to grow forced to reseed. The home is hungryit always has beenwaiting for the eyes to dry up,decompose,and feed the home. The sprouted eyesforever riddled within their own judgementturning towards each otherand departing wisdomas they deny the others of the sameContinue reading “The home is hungry.”
A pile of words.
A pile of wordsand each spoken another collected as the heap began to swayas a body tilted above itlifting a foot and kicking. The words flew spreading about filling the ground with rotted junk and the body sighed in disgust littering more words. Should I pick this upor leave it?It isn’t only my messit wasContinue reading “A pile of words.”
A gnarl in the carpet.
The carpet was laidperfectly placedand there was a gnarl sticking upand I tuggedbreaking the bond to the floorand I wondered what if I pulled it up entirely and beneath I had seen it the reason it always felt offthe reason the carpet frayedto begin with. There was a small hole in the tile and IContinue reading “A gnarl in the carpet.”
How many arms do we need?
How many arms do we need?If I could add a fewhow many more would I want,a total of six or eight?I could juggle more be of excellence serviceand wouldn’t need any help.Right? Now how do I make them?Is there such a mold or do I have to go from total scratch?Is there some sort ofContinue reading “How many arms do we need?”
Open wide.
She spoke directly looking into her words they listened.“Open wide,even widerthat’s better.”She reached,the latex snatched upon their tongue yanking harder. They spoke often it was nothing but an aggravation she yanked it out with laughter. The tongue turned purpleand shriveled within her hands,poorly made she thought.If only their contractor got in touch with her creatorsheContinue reading “Open wide.”
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