fireplace ashes. figs and bread.
coming home to you was like
a light-ripple, a swan-dive,
fairy dust in every crevice of my body.
you're a king behind your
bloodstain lips and i probably
tasted your red-velvet tongue
once, twice, three times before
i found the gaping hole.
next week
your fingers were the crescendo
on my skin, blood-pink whisper
pale white lickings, your teeth on
my teeth clack clack clacking
and i don't understand a thing.
i don't understand you.
shatter, shatter, a ghost, a blue scream
there's itching in my throat, it's a
living thing crawling out.
you gave me skeleton hands
and i'm sorry, i won't give them back.
you need your innards busted
out of you, you need
a freak accident in your
cells, burst them, burst them.
i'll use a safety pin, an awl,
the fucking clasp on my necklace.
i'll pin you down to the grass
like i did when i was six
scream i'll kill you i'll kill you
but someone else will do it first
and they'll call me a banshee,
call me a curse.
i'll curtain my eyes again
like i did when i was seven.
but they'll catch me for hiding
and you'll smile even though
it's your fault.
i'll lose myself like i did
when i was eight. they'll
blame me and you'll get away
and there's really no goddamn point
i said there was a black hole
where your mouth should be.
you'd take me too far and
i'd let you and you'd let me
let you and nobody
would say a thing.
there's a hundred things i can
do to you. but i'll stay asleep for now.
a/n: i don't even know what the fuck this is lmao. merry christmas babes
