the dead walk icecold and stiff as boards shuffling through this mortal coil held close as iron springs and every day i see echoes of your face in the corners of my eyes like flies buzzing 'round a bloated corpse maggots eat away at the meat of it. my rickety fucking bones grind together with every step i take and someday i will come for you and make you wish you had buried me deeper. a shallow grave will not hold me down i will tear you apart with my teeth like the animal you said i am.
the sacrificial lamb on the altar of your affection, when you showed me the bodies in the basement i never thought i'd become one. sorry about the bad blood between us, but you were the one that cut me open- nails sharp as knives and glittering as you tore through my soft tissue, your own personal slaughterhouse. never thought it'd be this way, you know how it goes, you always kill the one you love.
you can sit and think yourself sick in circles that wind tighter and tighter until you have no more room to breathe but that doesnt bring you farther than its ever brought anyone else.
pacing back and forth around and around forever in your own skull. do you think you'd wear a groove in the floor? how many times have you been over the same thought and not gotten anywhere? it's as familiar as your own bones, worn smooth like carved ivory.
they say the heart can crack and fall apart under so much stress. what a poetic way to go, huh. sometimes it feels like that's happening to me. everything gets too loud and bright and the world is so sharp and my heart squeezes like someone reached in and grabbed it by the handful. sometimes i wish i could take everything out and scrub it clean. factory reset. a toothbrush to get all the little crevices, dip it in bleach and let the colors run free like wild horses.