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and there are moments
when the tide rushes out of the world
and i am alone
behind waterstained walls
and there are moments
when i am frantic,
my heart hammering out a beat
that sings, -abandon me-
and there are moments
when i mutilate the bars
of my cage,
begging for an answer
and no one hears me
s c r e a m i n g
-stop
i thought you knew who i was-
when the tide rushes out of the world
and i am alone
behind waterstained walls
and there are moments
when i am frantic,
my heart hammering out a beat
that sings, -abandon me-
and there are moments
when i mutilate the bars
of my cage,
begging for an answer
and no one hears me
s c r e a m i n g
-stop
i thought you knew who i was-
Literature
Pyromaniac
I used to dream that I had
candles growing out of my head,
protruding like a cluster
of white horns, eternally lit,
dribbling wax masking my face.
I would wake—sweating, panting—
in the night and tiptoe outside,
clutching a matchbox
as if it were a holy book,
where one by one
I would scorch my fingers black
and whisper your name—
each flame across my skin
accompanied by
your image,
your scent,
your voice
telling me to stop hiding,
please, for the love of God,
stop hiding.
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burning bodies
and we yearned for something deeper tangled between bed sheets
but our palms were always split open, spilling malice.
our bodies, always in dire separation
even in scalding proximity.
je dis beaucoup des mensonges.
i tell a lot of lies.
the following:
we curled ourselves alongside icicles to bury the flames.
my waist still feels like a graveyard.
even after all the times you tasted my bone marrow,
you still have the nerve to say i'm not bitter.
our mansion is burning from the inside out
and we force-feed the desire with
prolonged gestures and held-breaths.
our combined scar tissue lies in a heap on the floor of our shrine
and the sk
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Serenissima
Slumbering suns
take a midmorning nap;
alleyways bright with
golden ladies,
their smiles canal-deep.
Nightfall brings guides:
stone sighs and dead light,
(never so alive).
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first interlude-poem in my novel. i think there will be nine.
alex has borderline personality disorder. first of nine diagnostic criteria- frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment.
[it can be tough when your very nature drives others away]
alex has borderline personality disorder. first of nine diagnostic criteria- frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment.
[it can be tough when your very nature drives others away]
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I needed to comment again, because now I have no qualms in saying that I have BPD and this is fucking perfect.