Let the end times roll…

#1

 

Can’t remember
She always said,
as if willing it to be true

There was a leak in the ceiling
and the floral wallpaper soaked everything up
turning it black

A crack formed there
In memoriam
of a time when she still looked up

Years ago a young girl told me
“There was blood leaking through our ceiling…
a trans woman was killed upstairs.”

Just a normal day.

Trauma sits quietly on the chest
the weight of a full grown lion
whose teeth drip red from a fresh kill
Play dead, he’ll never get you.

Later this dead-feeling merges with this intense pressure,
so much muscle and fur…
So much power
your chest might explode

If you don’t name it.

 

 

#2

 

Nostalgia isn’t an emoji
Our backs are to the future

We are reaching for hands to hold
veins spread blue across pale skin
fingers burnt beyond recognition

There’s nothing left to do but wave
iWave like a tsunami is arriving
on the tip of my tongue

every pixel is enclosed in its own light
flickering, before we collapse

headphones push a song around my chest
ignorant of undertows and icy feet

I drowned with you there.
wrapped up in your horrible fantasies
begging for love

There’s life outside the village
and she’s looking for you

as faceless tears do
maintain growth

Dying to get out
Dying to get out
Dying to get out

I still loved you a long time after you killed me

 

#3

 

The depths to which they’ve already sunk
evaded her
She was not without words or direction, but rather without self and witnesses

Everyone clutched their devices,
to look away, to magnify, to edit
Out

I am not you / beautiful
I don’t have a helium balloon
full of endless impossibilities
strung to my hand, ready to lift me

At night my jaw bites and barks at these visions
knashing bone to remind these characters, “You are not real.”

none of this is real.
you will someday be put to sleep for your acts of preservation

WHEN WILL I STOP LOVING ASSHOLES
WHEN WILL I STOP LOVING ASSHOLES
WHEN WILL I STOP LOVING ASSHOLES

she woke up like this.

 

 

 

Crazy-Snake

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