Body Rot
Some days - my body can be a fresh flower
Today though?
I felt my insides rot
I felt the color drain
I felt myself decomposing
Insects all around
I’m molding, into the ground
This is the final time I lay down
What bliss - sinking into the unknown abyss that is freedom..
S. S.
Artist: Susitse.art - Essi Välimäki
Haunted Mind
In the fog
Will o wisps
Leading me through the bog of my mind
Stuck - I’m stuck!
Before me - I see them
One by one.. Lights, dimming
Hopes, swimming - swirling around me
I see myself as a child
I’m sinking
I can feel the longing for something better
Being met with yet another
And another
And another
Regret
S. S.
Mary Oliver
It’s tightening again
The invisible hand around my throat
Nails - digging into my skin
Garnets, trickling down my chest
When? When will this end?
A constant loop - tightening.. loosening.. death grip - release
Repeat
I fear the faint whisper
The eerie soft growl of the past
I should have known… relief just doesn’t last
S. S.
i don't think i need to forgive and forget. i think i need to bash someone's head in with a hammer
“She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.”
— Unknown
Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding
Mid 20s Cali Ghoul. This is a side blog. Minors/No Age accounts will be blocked. Mentions of Sexual Trauma
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