Millimeters

I’ll spend the summer painting myself with sweat; wear shiny costumes, and play with myself during the lonely nights. Capture the magnetic stare of the caterpillar, and hope it enjoys the baskets of tomatoes.

It’s optional, but the body is required. You must draw something on these specks of mine. Some sort of astrological figure. Go ahead and use a Sharpie. Ink is generic. Then, gently sink your teeth into my skin. Sweetie, I love you. And that is all.

All choked up; nowhere to escape.

With lips sewn up; no voice to reason.

All smoke and no fire.

The lovers don’t do anything. But we moan.

And for 30 minutes, we cry. To the sorry goodbyes, we can no longer shine.

The emotions left us in the darkness. And I trip and stumble over trinkets of expression. Save your tears, for tomorrow could be worse.

It is the most unusual option. And to see what lies beneath me, is unsatisfying.

Scattered thoughts, lack of focus. I write these things down, and hope that one day, I’ll understand everything.

Never organized, but one day—I’ll be experienced.

It’s this burning sensation inside that itches my skin.

And to walk another day on broken glass.

Black sparkles of light reflect upon the broken glass, and all I see are memories.

To touch them is to bleed.

And to see them is to cry.

This heart is not a racing, but slowly coming to a halt.

No room to turn around, with nails being hammered into your coffin. No escape.

Suffocating with regrets.

You may shout and cry, but you will be silenced by the soil.

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I think I’ve become so depressed, that I am numb to the side effects of depression.

But every now and then, a memory bubble will burst and a sudden feeling of emotions rush through me. Often hard to cope with, but in a matter of moments, the feeling is gone. Up, and down. There’s a nest in my chest. And the eggs have rotted.

I borrowed life from Death. And I owe it to him.

The moment you laid your hands upon me, my heart raced. A sweat built up, and I could feel it beading down my neck. I let you tie me up, after being subdued by your blows. I can see the excitement in your eyes. And that’s the last thing I remember.

I awoke to find the sheets soiled, drenched. I looked into the mirror and saw the rope burns you left me, along with the other burns.

Alas, you are asleep. And I creep slowly into bed with you, for you do not know that a knife will gently cut open your throat.

Oh lover of 28 years, I think it’s about time I get to feel the excitement too.

Destructive mindsets plague the sunsets. Fields of flowers rot, and trees with spirits die and turn to dust. The oil from below rises and traps whatever life is left, forever shall it be lost, but soon to be discovered. New planets will collide and so will their hearts. The guardian of the universe will unleash such fury, that no god can protect us.