Green irises remain fixated in a state of obscene envy. Glassy and glaring, they stare motionless and resentful. Absorbing the coveted details they'll never see when they look at themselves.
Tag: Poetry
Anomalies
We're here, you and me, two miniscule anomalies. Created through chance and brought together by luck.
Unraveled
Like a loose thread on your favorite sweater you unraveled me. Nonchalantly picking, pulling, and tugging at me... Until I was left nothing but a tangled mess.
Skin
My skin is selfish, scarred, and flawed... My skin has become a facade. A facade hiding and dampening the most organic parts of me... Parts I want seen... Parts I want felt... But my punishment has been dealt. Dealt with deliberate destruction, signed by my hands for reduction. So cut it off for it's been hellish... As my skin has been so selfish.
Chemicals
It's just a powder... White Pressed and covered in an enteric-coated shell... Altering my mind to chemically convince me that I'm well. Branded to fix all the dopamine and serotonin... In lieu of my over-indulgence of caffeine and melatonin. Side effects may include suicidal thoughts and/or actions... Yet misery also holds a certain level of attraction.
Heat
Heat radiates
through the gap
separating our bodies...
Penetrating
and prickling
my skin in waves of
uninterrupted static
through too-thin fabric.
Warmth travels
unabated as it seeps
and spreads
from your flesh
up into my chest...
My body now hot
as I try to catch
my breath.
Suffocation
My lungs stiffen as the air is snatched away. They lay stagnant... silently screaming together in unison... revoked of oxygen and desperate to expand. Relaxing in finality when hope is deemed useless... and the suffocation is too much to withstand.
Acrid
Pungent and lingering deep within the nose... Clinging to the room and the threads of my clothes. Seeping from the body, hot sweat, and stale breath... Drifts the sour acrid scents behind every death.
Love Letters
I wanted the love letters carved not delicately etched, so they would remain permanent as scars in my flesh. I needed the words engraved without pause or restraint, by fervent hands yearning for where my skin lay in wait.
Sultry
Her eyes appear sultry and smooth as they gaze, with those green- gray irises lost in a daze. Black-winged and smokey-eyed they stare back in eloquence, masking her insecurities with a falsified confidence.
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