There's a small
creature between
your fingertips.

Writhing and
twisting and
shifting and...

Your sight is
murky and your
gaze is lingering
and your grip,
just might be tightening
contracting
tensing...

Your eyes
have darkened have
turned stormy have
completely disappeared
from here from this
creature who
is now whimpering ( Read more... )

This place is
suffocating.
Choked with decayed
vegetation,
baked brittle and dry
by an afternoon
sun.
This place is
not what it
used to be;
young and
spry,
bright with a sort of...
This place has lost
its charm,
its youth,
its life and
there isn't a break
in sight.
There isn't an oasis
ahead
and now we sit.
And now we watch.
The stillness.
The ( Read more... )

Here in the air.
can you feel that?
that pulsing in the air
something whizzing by like
a siren warning us
of something
that may or may
not come
can you feel the waves?
they'll be crashing down any
minute
and they'll crush that coffee
table your grandmother bought
us when this was still
a new house
when these walls weren't
covered in ( Read more... )

Through utter silence
desperation.
A small and weak
bit of life,
bit of beating,
breathing insignificance
buried deep beneath a
suffocating,
suffocating stillness.
Rank with symptoms of expiration.
Born from a kind of sophistication.
Beyond admiration,
escaping into an obsession.
An ill at ease captive.
A keeper so
so cynical
( Read more... )

Drowning in your own...
Drowning is such a...
I've heard rumors
about you, baby...
I just thought you should know...
Empty, barely breathing.
You'd think that...
Something empty
something empty wouldn't be so
suffocated.
This isn't hinting around.
This is not a testimony
or a plea.
This is merely a record
a memory of something
you ( Read more... )

On a day like today ( Read more... )

I feel that if people were to get to know me that they would be surprised. Startled, even. I'm different people on different days. You may know me now but you might not know me tomorrow. One day I'm a child. Whimsical and curious. I'm gentle and kind and your best friend. I'm eccentric and I contradict myself so often you're not sure if I even am ( Read more... )

some terrifying silence seeping into
sinking through clothes
sticky, clinging to skin
skin a little too yellow
a little too dull
perhaps a little too cold
was there life here before?
once upon a time...

the questions weren't left unanswered
breath was never wasted
meek and slick, slow to move
quick to fall apart
slightly conformed, contours ( Read more... )

I am the third gender. Maybe I'm part of a different species altogether. I see myself as neutral. I'm attracted to both males and females, yet I find that I am not attractive to either. When with girls, I see myself as something different altogether. I am not going to be found attractive. I am not going to even be seen as a girl, nor will I be held ( Read more... )

Laying in my bed just now, almost falling asleep. I half dreamed ( Read more... )