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my nerve endings hate
me i wish i was numb,
completely
i mean in completely
i mean
fuck it,
im spazzzzing
lets try again-
my nerve endings hate
my physical body
and i cant say i blame
them i mean sometimes
i mean all the times
my skin strangles
my intestines
i mean my organs
i mean i'm too hyper
sensitive to contain
i mean neurotic
i mean cracked
teeth and cracked
hands and cracks
inside my head
probably
i mean it's hot and i can't even takeabreath
pause
extract my whole existence
kill it cut it yank it decayed
stuff it with anxiety attacks
suffocate on dream bubbles
choking on the past choked
the future will choke on me
i mean the future will choke
me to death dead died dying
life takes forever i can only imagine how longggggg death is it seems so never-ending
i mean nerve-endings
hate me i mean i dont even know
what i mean anymore
me i wish i was numb,
completely
i mean in completely
i mean
fuck it,
im spazzzzing
lets try again-
my nerve endings hate
my physical body
and i cant say i blame
them i mean sometimes
i mean all the times
my skin strangles
my intestines
i mean my organs
i mean i'm too hyper
sensitive to contain
i mean neurotic
i mean cracked
teeth and cracked
hands and cracks
inside my head
probably
i mean it's hot and i can't even takeabreath
pause
extract my whole existence
kill it cut it yank it decayed
stuff it with anxiety attacks
suffocate on dream bubbles
choking on the past choked
the future will choke on me
i mean the future will choke
me to death dead died dying
life takes forever i can only imagine how longggggg death is it seems so never-ending
i mean nerve-endings
hate me i mean i dont even know
what i mean anymore
Literature
you are foreign even in your skin
The human body starts disintegrating immediately when you die and pessimistically, we have all been dying since the day we were born. Sometimes, though, I can almost smell my own decay. I feel it crawling up my throat after having evolved since I had been created, stinging my eyes with the pungent aroma of death and stroking my cannibal taste buds. I don't remember when my body was told that I am dead and no longer, require an earthly vessel to function but I do know that the smell grows stronger every time I wake up.
So I've been slowing my death with insomnia and bad choices. My voice changes just a little with how much of my mass converts
Literature
symptoms of brain worms
This is a love story.
-
He's never dreamed of anything more than the simple things he knows he can achieve. He's not a talker. In his spare time he goes through all of his coffee mugs, searching for fractures in the porcelain. He hates imperfection, asymmetry, broken things. He also hates even numbers and he doesn't care if that's weird. He waits for his coffee to go cold before he drinks it. He is ticklish behind his left knee but not his right and it makes her laugh over his discomfort. He has big hands and calloused palms and he doesn't like to let her hold them. She asked him to build a pond in the yard, just muck up the earth and wait
Literature
blue beneath thin skin
I am having dreams of spitting on strangers;
buying groceries while a young man wearing
a suede jacket is buying a dozen oranges. I quietly
lick his coat and choose the greenest bananas.
I, with corn husk hair, am Aphrodite, swallowing you
in your sleep, devouring you in your dreams.
I am often licking the tips of syringes, slapping
my forearm with a grace unlike a tree frog, tying
a rubber band around my bicep to keep from biting
my lips. I am buying time with the gods, these are
my stomping grounds. These veins were made for
the ache of heroine. The blue beneath thin skin.
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