Your blood trickles down my fingers my flesh is raw and rugged my skull is cracked and in every crevice, I carry your thoughts
By Poetry9 months ago in Poets
The doctor said I look “healthy” and I cried For all the nights spent on the floor knees kissing bathroom tiles and all the days my stomach was a bottomless pit
They say you are what you eat and I was raised on a diet of empty now I am hollow I eat guilt in place of lemon cake
God sends wet kisses as lipstick stains to make the ground jealous. It was never love, you fool.
my feet are playdough you carve my toes into a rose something to brighten the dark wooden dresser in your bland bedroom
I wished to escape for just a moment to stop the burning in my heart to pause the ache in my chest to breathe without the bleeding of my lungs
I still cry about your opened arms and the first time I jumped right into them. You smelled like laundry detergent and safety.
Sunrise bleeds into sunset and night and day become an ugly grey one that doctors label “worth fighting for” and now I find that I can’t draw the line between hell and real life
Not even the gold trophies sparkle like your hatred I miss you you smell better than chemicals and PHDs you taste better than white coats and science itself
the bathroom smells of despair and recycled dinners and my lips bleed from teeth that sink into all the wrong places I keep winning then losing and sliding down a sick twisted slide of self destruction and rotting teeth
Filthy nail I want you in my skin Can you kiss the chaos away? One Ruby lipstick swipe and I can hold myself for a moment
taste the cotton candy through the phone line and state lines between my hunger and nightmares there are borders iron gates