freewrites...

[lolaxinxslacks]

I don't know what any of this stuff is yet--don't expect it to be coherent.

Choke

i'm so coy
with this bullet between my teeth.
what is it I really want from you?
And why can't I say it.
I need gunpowder
a gun
and someone to
teach me to shoot it.

It's time i finally pieced
together some broken pieces of me
with the mangled bits of you

we are so lost and fragmented
you and I
space seems the only logical place
for people so far apart.

choke on these words
remember what they didn't mean to you
scream a self into being.