Monday, August 30, 2010

My heart rattles like a tin cup against my prison of a rib cage.

A silence that feels & tastes like vomit. A carousel of nauseousness, they're all wasted & laughing in louder rooms.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Into the rabbit hole of my insecurity.

Falling stars taste like metal on my tongue, passing galaxies feel like shattered shrapnel in my chest.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Sunday, August 8, 2010

The resentment lies where once delight's warm tears were cried.

A sudden rush that made my insides blush, my brain crush. Even skyscrapers can't relate to the high I feel as you drag my heart across the bedroom floor, this euphoria fades & I'm begging for more.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Your misery was a lullaby I sang to myself at night.

I swallowed it whole & felt it beating like a drummer boy in the pit of my belly, your sorrow the beat I danced my day to.