I've moved so far from whoever I was before & to have it shoved back into my face is terribly detrimental when I am doing everything in my power to avoid & conquer any means or battles of digression. - I really just bleed too much. Bringing the buried back to life by confession, the need to confess, reveal... But I'm learning now that confessing ( Read more... )

after more than a year i still cannot sleep at night because i am too madly in love & superstitious to ever let feelings pass by; to ever fall asleep on a full stomach. my head is in terrible pain but i am longing so hungry, need to be next to him listening to the slurred latin he speaks in his dreams & trying to make sense of it. not moving ( Read more... )

i think i might be finished here, soon.

pitch forks disgust me. the country & it's people scare me.

without my lover, i spent time on an old farm where i could not help but imagine the tattered bodies that once swung from the trees. everybody was in love with me & everybody wanted to tie me down because they aint known a girl like me never before. i tell them i know & many parts of me ( Read more... )

the moon is full & i am not ( Read more... )

me & him, juntos tomamos dosises excesiva. (supimos lo que hacíamos) my lips were blue. my face was white and i was naked, screaming for him to come to my side & hold me so that i would not die because i was, i was dying. he was kneeling on the hardwood floor, palms over his ears and temples to forbid himself from hearing my cisne canción. it was ( Read more... )

having a script handed to you is soul for sale, pick & choose, personality shopping & i could be perfect too if you gave me enough money & enough time to take everything that i want to & then discharge my neurosis in front of a lusted, comatose audience - i don't think there is one woman that i admire by whom i am not sexually spellbound. my ( Read more... )

adoro cuando él me empuja hacia abajo ( Read more... )

as a woman, i have no choice but to sacrifice myself through the red river running down my thighs. the sweet indian blood flowing across my white skin proves the sinlessness of this murder of myself. black warmth. black sun. white moon. black blood. it is okay to bleed. it is okay to drown. it is okay to stay silent ( Read more... )

there are far too many "for way too longs" bouncing back and forth between my skull & hands in the mornings. i like it though, knowing that i have innumerable things to do; so much imprisoned ambition. nothing's too strong for me. i enjoy mania & sweat, a certain methodized derangement in life to feel productive. i cannot live happily inside ( Read more... )