~strange you never knew. i think it's strange.~

 

there is no place to hide except where there is no light. but even then, you can still your hand in front of your face. even if you scrunch up into a tiny ball, a facet of your unimaginable pillow dreams, there's still some semblance of form. just look at yourself.






close the door. i'll let them in when the pounding stops.

thwap. thwappawappwapp. whiirrrrrrr.

time is through with you. fading in & out of the circumstance means nothing to the circle anymore. you were once so cruel, so harsh. each word bit off, molded against a molar with a morale lower than mine. metaphysical whipcracks, spinning fingers around the air. makes you dizzy.

body pfysterian removal. smack crack. pick up the pieces & bleed your finger. write when there is no permanent ink. erase with your tongue.

"your vision is quite rooted in pfysteria for someone of your age."

longtime. longitude. humming from behind the keys. smells like a fruit, an agent of spite. you snap the cherry at its end & bite into it. smashing removal.

slambash resistance against unknown winds & forces. threaten my existention & pretend it's for research purposes only.

she saw you spinning around in that web. she saw you when you fell. she saw when you couldn't open the latch & you kept tumbling against the walls, arches coming up from the ground. she knew you couldn't stabilize, stick to the walls, wrap your arms around your knees & clench your jaw tight. this is one of those things that she didn't miss. she noticed when your arms went slack.

bleed for me & i will bleed for you, healer. heal, feel. it's the final end, it's the bitter end, it's the bitter end, the bitter end. tatter against the seams. break the manmade machines. tearing at the seams. military machines. walking down the path found a brick slam it down. fuck consequence, it always slides back into position, drawer, drawing. be for me & i will be for you, stealer. wheel, keel. a language no one speaks mastered at the young age of THEN. slip on the rocks, come down on the back of the neck, nape.. fall down & look at the holes/wholes digging deeper. kill for me & i will kill for you, reaper.

 

 

 

hand him that cup. yes, kick back & float. do you understand it? i didn't believe for a second that you did. where are you now, wallowing in doubt, selfless disposals? you took a moment of pfysteria & ended turning it into dust. that was obviously never the purpose, but something you found regardless.

congratulations, fall down.