I feel these screws in my head,
twisting,
and writhing about,
grinding into my skull,
I don't know how to get them out,
I don't know if I want to,
They drill into my flesh,
bursting through veins and capillaries and
I sometimes have this powerful urge
to tear my brain out of my skull,
I can hardly bare the swelling,
It's bursting out of my ears and eyes
and mouth and nose-
can't you see it spilling out all over me?
It's such a wild thing,
all the pieces of my brain screwed together
in all the wrong places,
Sometimes I'm quite convinced
I am madly in love with it
I feel my skin ripple into foreign scales
or crackling wood and my insides
swim around; I am not myself,
I think I must not be alone in here,
there's far too much room,
Something ricochets inside of me
like sound in an empty room,
and it fills my ears,
drowning everything else out,
I dislocate and snap out of place,
feeling it grow inside,
And I'm afraid if you get too close,
I will wrap around you like roots
deep in the earth and my arms
will twist and splinter and cut into you
so deeply you shall bleed out onto me,
and I will still thirst for more,
I devour.
I drink up souls and collect bodies and
eat minds and
I am thirsty,
thirsty,
thirsty,
I am starving.
I want to pull everything
and everyone apart,
and fill up my gut with it all
until I am bursting,
And I will tear open at any moment,
and fracture into some unnatural thing,
and consume everything,
until I expand into,
something else entirely
You don't know a damn thing
About me,
I've got something black
Crawling inside me,
Twisting and thick like
Tar,
It's a dark and dirty soul,
And it's hungry,
I used to think I was a
Terribly sad girl,
But I am really
An angry creature
And my rage is exhausted from
All this waiting,
And my rage is exhausted from
All this faking,
And all this wanting,
And patience,
And politeness,
And gentle,
Subtle
Quiet
Existing,
I want to show you
What I've got underneath,
Thick clouds of ash and
Clotting blood,
I want you to see
What a dark and dirty thing
Lives inside of me,
Get ready now
I hope you're not afraid
Of dying,
Because I've got a
Dark and dirty soul
And it's hungry
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Restless Things
Poetry"I didn't realize what damage heat can do To flesh so bare So I poured you out all over me Until I was undone And shaking But after the fire has gone All that's left is ash and wilted skin So now I know Better" -The Things You Left Behind (Poetry, P...
