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insomniac knack for loose thinking, slut thinking, so easy for that touch thinking. thin and thinner skin so translucent the blood cells die by the sun, skin so paper thin the rays see right through me down to my simple machine core, so pragmatic is the unit making my dull world spin. around and around like machine hearts do, so easy to mock because it's a simple lock and key, so easy to ignore because it beats every second week when the fishermen come home with their crabpots full of rot and the ocean full of despair. so easy and full is the serpent that invades the hollow, the stranger fitting itself inside and licking the walls clean. around and around and around, the same cyclical death until the cogs grind their teeth dull and spit blue blood and hate my flesh and tear it asunder for all the rays to fester inside, to breach the walls and undo my screws, my precious metal. my simple little organs, gritty and rotted through with patina green, shitty cheap little parts, worth nothing on the market. i can't be kind, are you fucking stupid? are you fucking dull, eaten through in the brain with all that aloofness, all that idiocy, all the craven want? are you fucking stupid, you hate machine? how can you not, how dare you not, be what i want you to be. be what i made you to be. designed you to be, broke your bones to be. how dare you don't lick the buttons looking for the taste of my prints, how dare you not split your back apart and tear through your wings to fly to me, how dare you not push your face into the muck to find my bloodhound scent, my nascent touch? are you fucking stupid? are you fucking broken? do you need oiling between the joints, the rusted will, the ignorant arteries that should be in my fists? don't be so fucking useless, like that broken hate machine. don't be so needy, ignorant cage, baby bird in a shell, iron ring in a bell. you will never be enough for my atlas hunger. you will never have my meridian wealth. you will never be rid of my savage fingers probing for that hollow touch.














note this is about someone in my life and i hate that it's about them and i hate them and it's soooo whatever and they should be out and gone forever but i can't do it so won't be

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