"and i'll be dead before my birthday." i wrote, i wept in between the splotches of cursive dark ink.
i will not be seduced by hope, the sun will not rise, the moon does not twinkle, the stars do not wink
the gods crucifix with terrible virgin dreams, and force feed me my own cannibalized longings. my body has grown weak and my soul bares tenfold too many teeth.
"do it if you dare threaten me." encourages my toxic maternity.
but couldn't she see? darkness carved a void out of my being, war was mercy, hell was a violent peace, i was breathing but my body was perfectly empty
