Does the hissing make you shiver? Do you feel it coiling up your spine? Do the scales screech against the collagen? Do your bones crumple between the sinew? I’d like to believe that it was unfair to Eve To be swallowed whole, But the Adam in me clings too tightly
Bored of death. You brought the dark with you. Bones, glued with flesh, brittle to the touch from abuse. The shards sting when they shatter. There is no torture like—having the pieces of you crumble down my throat. Do you see me? When your eyes sink into the back of
“Reality, as you currently experience it, is something like a waking dream. It is disguising deeper and more intensified levels of being and knowing. For those who are ready and willing, the doors to those other levels now stand open.” – Daniel Pinchbeck There is a certain psychedelic charm to
While others seek comfort in friends in making amends and playing pretend, I seek asylum under blankets. I drift away to the buzzing of my erratic thoughts so I can escape, so I can dream. Usually it’s the same: a man and a woman holding hands, my parents, inseparable except
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