𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ━━ 𝚄𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎

battle me (i always win).

2/9/21
ᴛᴡ: ᴇᴅ

a tug of war.

(a tug of hair)
that falls
out.
i grasp addiction
by my fingertips;
lucky for you,
you get to(o) thin for free.

i tug,
(on a cut rope)
you win again.
i always do.
stick thin.
that's not what the nutrition label says.
stop.

my abdomen is decomposing
from its core,
stomach lining corrodes;
obsession eating away at
my large intestine.
(an acidic medley)
(your nourishment)

let your sour compost thrive.

vines crawling up your oesophagus;
coiling around your tongue.
perennials of every colour
blooming between your teeth.
vines possess
the loveliest blooms.

they will tumble
out of a hole with no use.
let them wrap around:
your waist
your thighs
your arms
your neck
your life.
let's see how lovely
you can be.

let me breathe;
when i own all of you
and nothing is left for sale.

i'm glazed in a sweat
(of despair)
good.
you almost look
glorious.

not glorious enough.
not even close.
not as glorious,
(as them)

(as dying).