5 am

The alarm breaks like glass in the quiet

I do not rise softly in the no-longer silence

Instead I wake bolt upright in thought

And remember

what

I’ve lost.

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Sharp stalking scissor-stress
Hot with fever, tracing my mess
The bile pushes at my lungs 
The sorrow wedges itself deeper in my blood

Veins that tighten and push nausea instead of red
I feel the sickness swirling through my matter
Each cell a slice of pain and confusion 
CUT ME UP AND SERVE THEM ON A PLATTER

Unknown

I feel like I never said your name,

And

You only ever said mine. 

So long we wandered around together, and

How much time did I spend

Trying to… hide?
I was a monster in love with my reflection now I will say his name and love the taste of the inflection please help me stop this sad obsession make me someone by making me no one.