brntswtr
New Member
- Jan 30, 2022
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I write a lot, it keeps some of the feelings at bay. But it also helps me better understand how I really am feeling. Here are some snippets of what I have recently written: (NSFW)
"Be Honest"
do you not also wish for my demise?
tell yourself whatever feels best, but you need something to save. i was getting too well to be your sick darling.
gladly i see you watching from the corner, as the wild beast we made slowly devours me alive. i see the glint of her teeth in your eyes, will you fuck her in all the ways you would not me?
she will peel up my skin as if with a blade, her tongue sharper than any lie i have ever told. temptation will overwhelm, and then will you taste the sweet pain you have put me in?
watch closely as her jaws close around the scars on my thighs, open your wide eyes in admiration at the snap of each bone. you once held me so delicately i fooled myself an angel at your touch.
now i hang from her jaw as if a monster in my own right.
we are not rapturous beings until the death we so crave is finally alive inside our own skin. what is a pool of the warmest rain to you compared to the blood of your lover.
"Worrying"
the possibility
the truth
that this mind of mine is a sinner
that i want to be too sick for you.
so sick i could be cold in the bed for hours before you roll over.
waves of comforter and cat hair will awash over my naked face
i wont twitch no matter the tickle
would you be sorry, capital S.
"Untitled"
the enemy is the skip in my throat
as i lean over the trashcan, toilet, sink
the enemy is the stomach who nauseates
but refuses to spill
the enemy is the viscious number within everything
they count themselves up inside me, leaking out my pores
to scratch across my arms and legs
i am a waste of too-full skin
spreading out farther than your eyes can follow
is it any wonder they captivate you?
the girls who can float and curl around each other like sick worms
your fantasies are no longer me
dreams wander from floor to floor wondering when the space they hold grew to be so large
they are so lost they cannot even find my mouth to tell you the truth
"& even the teeth will flower"
the grass mixed with the dirt, a shovelful of life to cover the gaping hole we make in death. all that grows from a grave is grass, flowers only if you're loved enough to have them placed by the trembling hands of the living.
i will be a garden in the woods, the loveliest corpse no one will ever set eyes on. bones and guts and flowers, feasted upon by teeth and eyes till the eyes are gone and the teeth are left as seeds in the dirt.
"Be Honest"
do you not also wish for my demise?
tell yourself whatever feels best, but you need something to save. i was getting too well to be your sick darling.
gladly i see you watching from the corner, as the wild beast we made slowly devours me alive. i see the glint of her teeth in your eyes, will you fuck her in all the ways you would not me?
she will peel up my skin as if with a blade, her tongue sharper than any lie i have ever told. temptation will overwhelm, and then will you taste the sweet pain you have put me in?
watch closely as her jaws close around the scars on my thighs, open your wide eyes in admiration at the snap of each bone. you once held me so delicately i fooled myself an angel at your touch.
now i hang from her jaw as if a monster in my own right.
we are not rapturous beings until the death we so crave is finally alive inside our own skin. what is a pool of the warmest rain to you compared to the blood of your lover.
"Worrying"
the possibility
the truth
that this mind of mine is a sinner
that i want to be too sick for you.
so sick i could be cold in the bed for hours before you roll over.
waves of comforter and cat hair will awash over my naked face
i wont twitch no matter the tickle
would you be sorry, capital S.
"Untitled"
the enemy is the skip in my throat
as i lean over the trashcan, toilet, sink
the enemy is the stomach who nauseates
but refuses to spill
the enemy is the viscious number within everything
they count themselves up inside me, leaking out my pores
to scratch across my arms and legs
i am a waste of too-full skin
spreading out farther than your eyes can follow
is it any wonder they captivate you?
the girls who can float and curl around each other like sick worms
your fantasies are no longer me
dreams wander from floor to floor wondering when the space they hold grew to be so large
they are so lost they cannot even find my mouth to tell you the truth
"& even the teeth will flower"
the grass mixed with the dirt, a shovelful of life to cover the gaping hole we make in death. all that grows from a grave is grass, flowers only if you're loved enough to have them placed by the trembling hands of the living.
i will be a garden in the woods, the loveliest corpse no one will ever set eyes on. bones and guts and flowers, feasted upon by teeth and eyes till the eyes are gone and the teeth are left as seeds in the dirt.