tamdamn

The sandstone edge beneath my feet is floury dust,

that’s craving only water.

I tighten the weak muscles in my core,

hoping to stay strong and

hoping I lose my footing.

 

In the summer it was firm.

The sun ran through my blonde hair,

and past the curves in my skin.

My shoulders were soft and I dressed in carnation,

billowing and light.

A hot breeze caught beneath my wing,

and placed my toes centred on the lip.

 

It’s getting cold now and,

the leaves are turning.

They slice back and forth as they fall off the trees,

the wind urging their ears.

Forcing them into sticky black corners

where they will fade to brown and begin rotting.

The precipitation threatens paralyzation.

 

Heavy clouds will fire off ice bullets,

forcing the earth to dance.

LTD

its me

i’m really here

 

I am mouth-dripping

and

more bat-shit than you

 

she’s ashy grey split ends

bearing long acrylic fingernails

that slide and tick along the tampered glass

 

it’s bare flesh

and

it’s

really-really stimulating

 

 

all burnt up

your pieces too jagged

for mind spinning sobriety

the hard shards blooming with flame

 

gagged with

dripping

viscid

physicality

 

it’s your amputated leg

stitches

a terminal diagnosis

the medical nightmare

that perches on your chest

 

acrylic nails break the skin

with lock jaw force

heart spilling blood into your body

it’s fast-fast-fast

 

sucker

be madly in love with someone who drives you crazy

latenightscoveredinblood

graspingatthetoiletcrying

 not knowing what to do

the kind of crazy that just has to be accepted

ifyouleaveme

i’lldoit

i’llfucking

do it 

and just has to be followed

endlessly

handcuffed

until it’s just you two of you left

shelostthefuckingkeys

forever

 

pu$$y Power

I have dead and stale insides

liver rotting from

too much drink

my blood is black clotting

circulation has ceased

 

my lungs collapsed from the smoke

breath rings out in

broken gasps laughing at the

sick joke

 

 

my glorious pussy

it keeps me going

the lines of fertility and sex

my sparkling symbol of femininity

my pink palace of

life or death

 

the punch line got lost in

falsehoods and pride

I want to press my sticky fingers

consensually inside

 

until they stop laughing and

realize

the girls are getting sick

realize

there is no one to blame

if they keep passing left

it will eventually come back

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

fader 

Arteries and Vessels close

stopping the blood from running to my brain

crunching bones beneath my toes

sliding into frame

 

I stumble through the wood

hoping to go home

Branches cracking

Like sticks and stones
A moment of clarity

Shining through the thick

Hurtful and old

It’s short and sad and something I cannot face

Beautiful and bold

 

Crisp airy meringue

With red berries on a pastel plate

My heart icing over

Right back to being tight and cold

 
Together and alone

Clarity hiding

The moment is gone

Lost broken and disowned

 
To the blood racing

The crunching muddling my cold mind

Polar air in the warmth of night

left behind

 

We are 

Wet single ply paper is sticking to the counter,

and we are counting empty soap dispensers.

But who is washing their filthy hands anyway.

 

Her apartment keys are on a department store key ring,

and  her expensive rings are on worthless fingers.

 

Painting the town with our rusty personalities and body glitter.

Yet we feel our best when we have been stripped down to nothing.

Stripping for anyone and everyone,

we are claiming empowerment.

 

 

We are messy girls in velvet dresses,

and well dressed girls in messy situations.

Buying shots we cannot afford.

Spiralling out of control in a city far from mom and dad.

 

We are starving and haven’t eaten in 17 hours.

We’ve been up all night smashing our delicate faces off the wall,

and grinding our weak yellow teeth until they crack and crumble.

We are swallowing parts of our teeth with little pills

and this help our stomach contents stay down.

 

We are going down on our friends,

and feeling utterly used.

We are painting the sheets with worthless fingers and broken toes.

 

We are practicing and painting , but getting no where.

Wearing out the brushes,

and brushing out knotted and dyed hair.

We are dying to get out of this fucking place.