There is a place in my mind where the butterflies beat; slick brain fog drips from wings that are stifled and wet. Unfolding, they stretch against my eyes for a way out. Advertisements
Soaked petals blow in the fan; one petal moves, one petal falls, curved green leaves ache their spines. Glass shatters—streaks along the floor, I grind my knees in it, I stay quiet, I watch the feet. Tick tock, the heels stab the floor, bony fingers, black-haired knuckles grasp thighs, I am tickled with tulle and […]
Pinned, she was. But, unsure if it bled. Caught in the voice of a second knight in armour, Towering with fair hair, and so charming in his eyes— But castles aren’t for maidens, and she would rather die, Than to sit in a castle of someone else’s making, To live under rule of patriarchal undertakings. […]
Melodic wind sings to her from the edge of a pine soaked street of trees, but her dying glimmer is a ripple on the aching leaves, so they wait in cold contemplation bathing for hours in the milky liquid of the moon.
Allow the cool calm of blue to coil itself inside of you. They put you here to find the safe place in your mind. So follow the rules and— Allow the cool calm of blue to coil itself inside of you. I’m talking about the walls that dance with unnatural blue fire, the colour of […]
This ripped, blue shirt— like a shard of ocean with tattered waves, and clear buttons like flanks of ice— holds me to you in dismal days.
Common types of fights, are doused in wicked currencies, and little to flaunt about. Tampered lips, and red stained eyes, trailing corrupt entities, led on leashes for so long. In horrific tendencies, they find temperamental sighs.