it was too saccharine sweet too shallow and crumpled too shadowed too/ denim against denim/palm to palm/skin overlapping skin ( Read more... )

i can only find solace in the folds of thick blankets in dark rooms. i cannot determine how much of this is self-inflicted, but at this stage, it doesn't matter. living seems so dimensionless. my life is a plotless children's book with an abrupt ending that no reader remembers. the characters are characterless, and the scenery is muted ( Read more... )

i used this day for listening. sounds and words of all genres innundated my ear drums and seeped into my brain for further comprehension ( Read more... )

her ego peeling like cheap nailpolish, she has her coffee with a twist of hemlock, that in turn, twists her smile ( Read more... )

this bridge was written ( Read more... )

this bridge was written ( Read more... )

tonight i cry for all of humanity ( Read more... )

A crisp wash of midnight smothering the sky ( Read more... )

i'm everyone-- i feel used ( Read more... )

i've become so unfeeling. so expressionless, faceless, nameless, utterly ruthless. all but soulless. colorless, useless, characterless, careless.

why is my body not breathless/lifeless yet

...when i have been heartless for so long?