Jarring. Grating. Bursting. Throbbing. Crying. Clawing. Grasping. A cacophony. A coffin. Blend. Dreary. Corrosive. Turning. Grinding. Drowning. Drowning. Drowning. Drowning.

Suffocating in endless.

Blinding. Defilement.

Swallow. Choke. Die.

Gather. Blood.

Solvent. Spill.

Digress.

Imageryof a body.

touch

Bleed.

Slice into me. Carve into me.

Blind my eyes.

Blind my thoughts.

Think nothing.

Feel nothing.

Drive the knife further and deeper.

gouge

my eyes

Battered and broken.

Kick rocks and punch bruises.

Sear and tear, leave nothing left.

If I were to die it would be heaven on earth.

Leave the world behind

abolish all thoughts of a feeble

humanity

One doeth not fall into temptation.

Eyes not fall upon others.

Writhe in agony. for you

are not you.

Such meaning

is meaningless.

3/19/25

Sharpening my blade

I hold it against my throat

it thinly slices the thin layer of skin

dripping red down my neck

the red flows

a line down my body

I split in two

3/11/25

I tear at my hair

My eyes flick across the room

I grind and clench my teeth

as if second nature,

I rip out my teeth

The precious jewels

clattering across the table

I pluck out my eyeballs

the obelisks that barely

work in my favor

Swallowing glass

ruining myself to no end.

2/27/25

My hands tremble

clenched and clammy

My thoughts are too quick

for my pen to write

Nothing's Happening.

2/26/25

I pull at the skin of my face

like a book itching to be opened.

I scream at the top of my lungs

like an old radio that only produces static.

My eyes burn.

2/24/25

Burrowing in small places

I cover myself from the world

blaring sun that blinds me

makes me curl into a ball

Waiting for the sun to set.

2/23/25

Sunshine burns through the lens

of my camera

The film comes out charred and black

It doesn't bother me, I can

still see you smiling

Don't stop giggling

little flower

The world depends on you.

2/21/25

Swift as the wind

you itch every corner of my mind

It's not unfamiliar

It's even comforting.

2/20/25

Sunflowers in nature

always turn towards the light.

The dripping of water

trickles down

Seeping into the dry dirt.

I wave a hand through the grass,

little rubies jingling

and clinking

against my fingertips.

I hold them in my hands

little bursts of red against green.

I pop them in my mouth,

one by one.

2/18/25