There is a monster inside your head it’ll never hope you dead it lives within you your life is it’s life too it takes the reigns setting straight your complaints as if we could scream it was all in here, I’d never be that mean pounding on our skulls the monsters don’t take the fallContinue reading “Our monsters have the same name.”
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Should I let them in?
Are they hungry shall I feed them if I do will they ever leave do I want them to they surely stink should I let them in let them take a bath eww would they burden my air with their diseases no they can stay down there it’s better than no shelter I could haveContinue reading “Should I let them in?”
Death means zero senses
I think about death and I panic the anxiety claws within my brain ridding me of rationality what is it to not exist to not seeto be blind although your aware you can hear you can smelldeath means zero senses the brain no longer thinksthe body goes cold and shits itself of the last bitContinue reading “Death means zero senses”
As if they never existed.
A body on the boardtheir skull cracked open a team of specialists gathered. “Dig inget within the muddy parts.” Hands wet it’s thick further in “Is there an answer?” “No not that one throw it back in.” Beep beep goes the machine silence “We might have lost another one.we were close this time complex questionsContinue reading “As if they never existed.”
Is a ghost dead?
Is a ghost deadhave we been mislead are they parts scattered aboutfalling off the living as they’re shivering warming their iced limbs from within? Are ghosts what the living has cast breaking off bits of their past?Are ghosts the memories left behind the ones of burdened time? If they hadn’t been evicted their minds mightContinue reading “Is a ghost dead?”
We fill it…
I spent years of time trying to understand whyand then I accepted we all dieand in that fight of life we fill it we fill it with pretty things we fill it with words we fill it with education we fill it with pride of home we fill it. In that time I forgot toContinue reading “We fill it…”
I see a glare living within the air.
I see a glare living within the airI see it as a body laughsand the squirmy worms are cut in half wiggling and forgetting breathing and digging as I’m looking out another one begins to pout and that glare is still within the airforcing me to shut my eyes as the others are spilling theirContinue reading “I see a glare living within the air.”
The suit is ripped.
The suit is ripped grab a needle and thread or soon it’ll be dead. Opaque fabric they call it flesh all the same it’s a canvas with layers to protect the fragile parts that it has collect bringing it warmth towards the north where the suit exhales whatever ails. Eww quicker please there is redContinue reading “The suit is ripped.”
Masked by resilience.
The pot boiling liquids seeping the sides hours dying as her hands keep upout the thoughts melt. Dishes to clean overwhelmed masked by resilience although days slipand weeks pile upand years fester boiling over and our wants unfulfilled because desires are tricky. And as the pot boils the past evaporates and the mirage of moreContinue reading “Masked by resilience.”
I see a face.
We are hereover there there is more that’s what the voice swore. Was it my eyes or was it something more wiseis there a special device am I suppose to blink twice. I scream out to the voice am I to make a choice I’m here churning within fear and your yelling within there amContinue reading “I see a face.”
Temperamentally Tina 