Mental Health
the hunter; the hunted; the hunt. Content Warning.
from between my lips, the great white-lies are feeding on anything they can sink their teeth into. jagged fangs ready for action as the frenzied schools amass in the shallows, and the vast depths of consciousness are left vacated as i myself become one with the predator, the prey, and the waves of thought washing over my body. unintelligible motions seeking to consume, seeking to escape, seeking to prove an eagerness and ability to exist.
By ⸘jason alan‽5 years ago in Poets
Or so the Story Goes
Roses are red, violets are blue Or so the story goes Yet I’ve seen red in blood once shed By slamming fists dislodging teeth Just like the rain, they poured and they flowed Twisting flesh into a twilight hue When it rains, it pours Or so the story goes I’ve found violets to be of a blue that blooms Across battered skin and scars that stung still While eyes once white, turned a scarlet shade Inflamed by one hand and many a sleepless night Ignorance is bliss Or so the story goes Like when a dozen roses were gifted in regret As an omen for better days, Though soon healing wounds, turned a violet blue Live and learn Or so the story goes No longer the fool, I’ve pondered and waited Not for the rain to go away But for my feet, to carry me
By Shequinah Rayanh Nanshanapa5 years ago in Poets
