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[hanschenfangirl]

i want to crush your bones beneath my teeth,
grinding ‘til the sandy calcium and my saliva churn out pearls,
and i will wear them as a necklace,
brushing against my collarbones,
my breasts,
my heart,
and you will know what it is like to be worn out by the idea of a person.

Comments

[theviolonist]

I've been meaning to say this for about forever - I've had this in my bookmarks, waiting to say something. So it's probably out of nowhere but, you know. I love this.

i want to shave your hair to a barren field,
acutely aware of the awkward angle of each coarse mine,
tucked away inside the foothold of each spilling word,
sticking out askew of your scalp

This especially. It feels like a mouthful of gravel, hard to chew, hard to swallow, hard to say because it's full of hard consonants and dry meaning. But it's also rhythmic and beautifully balance, it strikes - a certain sort of harmony.

i want to forget that unbearable tightness of feelingThis, too. I left behind the color (the languish and pour), but it's this, a simple, clattering half-conclusion, etched after something crushing, full with taste. Everything is dense and sad and heavy, a heady rush hard to decipher. It seems like it's so simple for you to hop from mood to mood - to go from dry and hot and hard yellow to black and suffocating to transparent and full of grace; it's