Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Amaranthine
My mind, fractal by voices
Securing no bodies, tends to
Lean towards the wretched
Black dreams in which my
Puling tongue and squalid teeth
Proceed to fall, painfully, from
My mouth, so banal and dry
It lacks a flavor all its own.
i am gelatinous in form and
Raging confusion from my
Pores, so thick and like slime,
It stains for days afterwards.
Though ready to blow, I gather
It all and let it seethe
In my belly; my own emotions
Made a sinister prison and
Forced to not exist in daylight.
Scarred by reasoning, I pick at
Scabs to see the shimmering
Blood drench my fingertips
And when the last drop splatters,
I am found fevered and lost.
No more a body, no less a soul.
Confused, raggedy girl scoring
Meaning in inkblots and
Attempting suicide by the dozens.
To see such precious veins
Bleed the poison that keeps
Me alive makes me hypnotic
And hungry for the black hole
That consumes my gnarled thought.
How I miss that thought;
How I miss that blood.
11-4-09
Securing no bodies, tends to
Lean towards the wretched
Black dreams in which my
Puling tongue and squalid teeth
Proceed to fall, painfully, from
My mouth, so banal and dry
It lacks a flavor all its own.
i am gelatinous in form and
Raging confusion from my
Pores, so thick and like slime,
It stains for days afterwards.
Though ready to blow, I gather
It all and let it seethe
In my belly; my own emotions
Made a sinister prison and
Forced to not exist in daylight.
Scarred by reasoning, I pick at
Scabs to see the shimmering
Blood drench my fingertips
And when the last drop splatters,
I am found fevered and lost.
No more a body, no less a soul.
Confused, raggedy girl scoring
Meaning in inkblots and
Attempting suicide by the dozens.
To see such precious veins
Bleed the poison that keeps
Me alive makes me hypnotic
And hungry for the black hole
That consumes my gnarled thought.
How I miss that thought;
How I miss that blood.
11-4-09
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