I am just apathetic enough
To not wish you dead,
Just barely
If I could rip your DNA off me,
I would
Eons ago on a light scattered night
I beamed at you as crickets descried
You mentioned, “from all, just you tonight”
As we sat on wet grass to witness the...
Did you think me so naive?
That I am unaware of my incisions
The landscape tattooed on me, the trenches, the curvatures
A Short Story
This used to be a candy store, crossed my mind bitterly as I stood in front of the bar.
View
Gently, reverently, you take her soft hands
For her to look up at you with widest of eyes
In her most desperate voice she whispers
“Explain to me then, what...
“Oh she’s so brave”
Yes that’s what she needs
Compliments on her bravery
You show up seconds before the end of misery
Casting worried glances
Beast was quite distraught, oh well
For one, he was a “beast” now
On top of all that he had to find true love
What even is “true”? Seriously, how?...
Rather, the lack thereof
Somedays I feel gifted
Talent, beauty, brains
These, these are good days
Entitled to propagate
Bloodlines to bloodlines
I see a future in you
Childless woman, wretched spinster
That bitterness you reek of
That you’re judged for
Which seeps out of your corners
Since I went to your grave that day
I keep imagining things now
What happens six feet under
Maggots, decaying, and the like
It’s a little scientific
An offhand comment I heard
From a sitcom or a cult classic
It does need scavenging
But I thought you’d love it