swing the bullet into your skull by exhalants, literature
Literature
swing the bullet into your skull
i was disgusting and fragile like the glass sky, a tiny thing with bruised hips and battered wrists
i dug holes in the ocean and fractured the sunlight, the moonlight collapsed one night and the sun was gone, gone just like that, and that was the end of that
on occasion i would laugh and try to crawl out of the box i made and supply myself with food and oxygen, that was every once and a while
one day the oxygen just disappeared (and maybe i was tired of breathing)
and
one day the sun came back again and three people were burned alive, devoured by the light and the heat – all of it, so i cowered
and dug a hole
one day i
tried to be
it is gone: it is now all gone and you decide to give yourself to the sadness that does not betray you. because the sadness was always attached to your rib cage. it does not stubbornly bruise like the non-sadness. (the non-sadness i will not and do not know how to name. i do not want to name the non-sadness because it is sadness itself.)
they are screaming.
you are standing and you have a wire twisted around your neck. they are trembling under the table, silently leading and shaking and convincing to untwist that wire around your neck. that thin little wire that will leave a red imprint on your skin and threaten them with, and you will
i'll likely be making a brand new account to start fresh quite soon; i feel it's time for a change. there's been lots of memories associated with this account and alot of the people i once knew who have moved on, and i've drastically changed from being a mega weeb to a abysmal poet (and artist - i'm far better at that then poetry, though) that doesn't even write anymore.
but that should change.
soon.
stay tuned so we keep can keep in touch when i set up my new acct.
it rained today
and it was the prettiest damn thing i've seen.
it rained and i thought of you. even though i'm not able to watch the sunrise; i'm able to see you dance in the rain with your hair tangled and embracing every single drop there is, grinning. laughing. praying. praying for a miracle.
you are that miracle, i've come to find out. you are. you are. you are.
Hey Mina! I just logged into my deviant art to delete it because apparently my cringey middle school poetry is one of the top results when people google my name lol. It's Gemi from years and years ago (Neopets.. Naruto..roleplay). Hope you're doing well <3