if you want to stop hurting:i. i have swallowed down this 3am lovelike the ibuprofen i fed myself for myswollen ankle that time in spainwhen i pushed a little too hard andlet go for a little too long.i have swallowed you down so manytimes before, kept you like little embersin the crevices of my chest, burningholes through tissue and bone andeverything that i am - through everythingthat i swore i wasn't.ii. a few months ago,i learnt that it's easier to breathewith your throat open, to take itdown and let go gracefully,like opening your palms againstthe wind outside the car and inhalingthrough your nose.iii. if you want to stop hurting:listen to them speak but do not hear their words, hear only their voice,feel it reverberate against your spine and tell yourself -this isn't a bad thing.rebuild your body like jenga blocks. if somebody comes close,hold their hand and tell them -i trust you.let the air rush between your fingers,let the fire in your arteries sizzle aw
Shackles Falling (008)When the dandelions spread--a yellow diseaseacross the brown lawn--and thick ivy arms creptdown halls layered with dust,we knew it was time to go.We watched,a pair of memoriesfate wanted lost--the echoes of ghostslong departed--as the city cheeredthe building to brick dustand empty foundations.The start of a new month,the shackles of your eyeswere open--portals to a future without fur.As the sun danced acrobaticsacross the backs of our fading hands,you--a grin free of fangs,a boy once again--plucked me one more weedto wear in the clean braidof my hairas we skipped out on the moon.
Can't you hear the music? The light fell like raindrops, hitting my bare skin as I danced to the fiery music that surrounded me. Despite their glowing appearance, they were cool and liquid, running down my body like tiny rivers of sunlight. My companions and I saw the woman at the same time, and there was no hesitation. I caught her attention, swaying to the music. “What are you doing?” the woman asked, her hair falling down her back like a waterfall of silver moonlight. She was beautiful, but tamed. The wild light inside her battled to be free, to dance with us. “Dancing,” I replied. “Can’t you hear the music?” The woman looked confused. “Are you alright?” she asked, edging backwards. The shadows danced around her, trying to draw her into the dance. “I’m wonderful. Won’t you dance with us?” She shook her head, afraid, and the shadows pounced. I danced close