to keep things from hurting;
you just don't think about them.
you don't let them sit in your head
and rot;
you don't let them coil
around your brain stem
and stop heartbeats and breaths.
but some things
get under your skin like fish hooks.
and tear up capillaries
and veins
and tear open arteries
and spill scarlett over your matress
that seeps way deep in,
unremovable,
because you can't fucking get to it.
and all the bleach in the world
can't seep deep enough
to get you the fuck out of my head.
A Promise She Made With Death by SoImStillUnsure, literature
Literature
A Promise She Made With Death
She was conceived on the edge of a mirror,
lined with pretty white lace,
that burned the inside of her parents' nostrils.
She was born with a hole in her heart,
that the doctor's never noticed,
and no one bothered to fill.
She met Death on the playground,
when kindergarten was bending her bones.
Enticed by the glinting of his scythe,
as it preyed on a malformed baby rabbit.
She made a pinky promise with him,
swearing that she'd never forget his face.
He came and went,
swayed by corpse breaths
and east-coast winds,
but always leaving her alone.
He showed her how to hurt,
in the worst kind of way.
And each time,
he paid her a visit,
he'd ta
dear god and dear
god,
please let everyone think
they can be whatever they want to.
please let everyone be able to.
dear god, oh,
all I want for them is to be happy
and all they want is a higher salary.
because what you don't realise is
the world is
fuming
sick
of lawyers and politicians and people
boxed into offices like they're not people at all.
too much debt, too much hunger &
politics & fear:
too much heartbreak.
we need someone who can understand,
someone who pioneers through the sea
against struggling waves against
the flow of crowds, masses that stick to
the back of your throat, choking ambitions:
we need someo
text message translator by ChloroformBoy, literature
Literature
text message translator
You say: Hi
I interpret: I'm acknowledging your existence.
I respond: Heyy :)
I mean: I love acknowledging yours.
You ask me: What are you doing later ?
I tell you: nothing.
You say: same.
I say: Let's do nothing together,
and you say okay.