it was colder last time
you know my lack of words
rip them up
bleeding
dripping sickly red stains
better displayed than left buried
i will live forever within this dirt and white and that carving will never scar
there was snot there before too
glistening reflection of the moon
much more quiet now
heaving like screams
i hope you see me louder
pick it apart once more
mirrors cracking
not quite right
accidents
the air is different now
you wanted this
im sorry i didnt write it sooner
longer now
no more burning
surely there is more here
i will kill this instinct
it will kill me
beaten back fears into emptiness
this one might hurt
now cannot stretch to fill that space
they bite at me
they always will
give me that
simple words