slagging myself off again 26.7

it’s too much of a good thing so it’s terrible. the worst, the way it consumes me so much more than i consume it. it doesn’t matter because none of it does, not really. i’m not a person, not really. just an accumulation of all the worst things; bad habits E numbers train station hand … Continue reading slagging myself off again 26.7 →

things you should accomplish before you die 27.2

sometimes the world shouts at me. i say that, i’m pretty sure its just my inner monologue. either way every now and then i am surrounded by these piercing screams things i should be doing or saying or learning or reading. YOU SHOULD HAVE AN ARSENAL OF COOKING RECIPES IN YOUR BRAIN BY NOW. YES, … Continue reading things you should accomplish before you die 27.2 →

another poem about sex 25.3

smoke drifting from finger tips the flames extinguished by a tongue coated in wine. it envelopes my brain, insertion and removal over and over a dizzying action in darkness. for now just a fantasy i watch like the sun. it disappears over the mountain. i’m pulling teeth until it can reappear in the embodiment of … Continue reading another poem about sex 25.3 →

he makes me mad 13.3

here i long to stay safe in the comfort of loving madness. the over and over sounds of skin on skin and squeezes and sighs. we settle into it a little bit too easily, all longing gazes and crossing fingers that it won’t hurt eventually. two narcissistic pessimists falling and falling and falling will it … Continue reading he makes me mad 13.3 →

head butt through 27.3

my scars are all i hold to my name i collect them, slowly, eagerly. they glitter and shine on my tired skin, as badges of honour as testaments to stoves too hot or nose bones too sharp for small fists as ‘brave girl’ stickers from the dentist. show me your teeth try not to smile … Continue reading head butt through 27.3 →

disruption in my gut 25.2

his face opened up like a flower, causing disruption in my gut. the cheap deckchairs barely holding us afloat. there’s three cigarettes left in the pack we share, with the sun setting we aim to time it so to empty the packet by dark. you chose this spot, near the cliff edge. i told you … Continue reading disruption in my gut 25.2 →

bad 27.1

walking with a limp and a fag on huffing nail polish remover hands turning purple and cold i wanna get hit by a car i wanna eat an unlit cigarette i wanna dance with the devil i wanna suck the life out of the moon fuck off your job and come run with me take … Continue reading bad 27.1 →

sunday best 9.1

my sunday best is my h&m underpants with the hole in. no bra and an oversized t shirt smeared mascara and furry tongue. my sunday best is the sun splashing onto my hairy shins through the slats of the blinds. head pounding weak knees my sunday best is being left completely alone.

19.12

I met a boy who looked just like you last night same great teeth and same side profile. his voice was softer than yours but he wasn’t as funny. he didn’t carry the same fireworks behind his eyes that you do. he makes his breathing quieter so he can hear mine led at the foot … Continue reading 19.12 →

in peace 28.11

i am too on the nose. my laugh is too loud too cutting. screachy, like a witch. i swear too much. men physically cringe when my tongue touches my top teeth, cunt. i'm a slut! you shift in your seat when i tell you how much i love sex. a lot. my hair needs brushing! … Continue reading in peace 28.11 →