i use to wr- i use to post a lot, small moments covered in a scarf or bundles of blankets like a timeline of me. & somewhere along the way i started to take in this negativity that spawned: some from these memories from the dread of time the doubt i have over these dreams.… Continue reading Clint E.
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the internet
they wished the worst on you slip and fall into a pool of your own blood streaming from your diseased dreams while your mother chokes on her own shitty unseasoned cooking. all for saying you were excited for Moon Knight.
last day off
last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.
Nine lives
infinite amount of chances just gotta take more he told me that before he passed he said you never know what is a bullseye until you shoot.
for twelve
just living a false dream someone elses somedays, it’s a cape flying around catching bad guys other days, it’s a noose holding me still gasping for another way out; someone else’s dream like a torch bearer we only run forward
13 blue birds
i paid to be accepted only to be denied fair treatment. singing among the treetops cursed to walk the ground your song only calls the hell hounds.
trust
it was easier before- before, everything. they took everything not nailed down but nothing more Precious than my eyes to see you clearly
late night dip
i worry i’ll sink beneath my thoughts.
counterfeit queen
breakin’ Breaking in takin’ what’s outs please stay on all fours youre crazy. why would i stay here this was a dream here once upon a time now youre a rhyje on the dotted line dont bother reading in between you were fine A counterfeit queen.
night out
beat is kicking your hands are jumping around my throat like a choker- side to side fingers grinding under my earlobe “do you wanna get out of here” i dont remember where here was beat is kicking your hands are jumping around my coat miles ahead side to sife fingers in my hair “lets get… Continue reading night out
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