I want to scavenge for the perfect box
the kind that housed extravagant toys
or some object of parental materialism
Not too large
but big enough
that i may contort myself
to such tiny proportion
that I nessel between folds of cardboard
which instead of straining against me
envelop like so many walls or softer arms
and I will wait there
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Its slipping away from me already and I despair at the comprehensibility of my thoughts. Everything from this point onward is utter bullshit, mimicry of brain function, of the ecstatic firing of neurons usually only attainable with the aid of psychedelic drugs. Perhaps other drugs have the same effect. I don't know. If they do… I would be more ( Read more... )

sometimes we as humans do things that are deliberately self destructive
a pitiful attempt to build up enough resistance to the pain to stop ourselves from breaking...
the next time they see her face


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I am trying to persuade myself that there is something in me left to offer
not drained or demoralized but inherent in my nature
for what can I give if not myself
but the words by which I define myself most days are no truer than any other
and I am just a long and narrow bundle of bones
Small and Large
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my twisting entrails
contort to form
gruesome shapes
that spell out three simple words
that altered
my anatomy forever

It is impossible to sketch out words like drawings ( Read more... )