✴ Abject and destitute,
watching unending sibilances
and the eclosion of an
ilking, rivering sorrow.
⊶ Watching myself from afar
prostrated and grieving.
Resplending in my own tragedy,
wrapped in quiet providence.
✺ Clarity.
❋ For a time,
heaven lived in your arms…
warm yellow tallow
washing into me—
✺ I would crawl inside your ribs
and you were my Heavenplace.
dripping
slipping
waveforms clipping
iterations of myself
ripping.
✸ Now I'm like leaves against grey.
❋ Damp earth,
silent, and suffocating.
English ivy twists intimately
between our fingers.
And bramble binding our hearts…
✶ I’m following fake colorpaths…
lost in grey anhedonia.
Life is suffer.
✪ There’s something
I want to keep
between us…
It isn't me that I hate;
It’s this world…
I don’t want to be here.
✶ We weren't meant to find purpose
in a meaningless place.
⌾ I'm so sorry mí vía láctea,
lo siento…
no puedo-
Grey skies blur to
nothing and neverness
Never enough, never enough…
Lo siento…
no puedo ser suficiente.