I know the answers but I don't know how to write them.
Cottonball thoughts in my mouth, sucking up good first impressions.
Mm. I know it all, don't I? Know everything there is to know.
And it's all clogging up the back of my throat, squeezing, suffocating.
Sometimes I think I want to drown in this liquid ecstasy,
These words so unsaid, so bottled up, so hidden, they've fermented.
Cemented in the hollow nooks of my bones, where dreams
Lie in wait like ambush predators with eyes on top of their heads.
Eyes on the back of their heads, eyes underneath their jaws.
It's made me sick instead of afraid, disgusted by the concept of you.
There should not be visual access to the pits of my heart
And yet there you are, staring through printed colors underneath
Lamplight that is jaundiced and sick with some mystery.
I am afraid of the darkness but I can trace its edges in my sleep
Because I have lived there, with you, for eons upon eons
Wondering when you will realize that I crave nothing more than rest.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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