moonlit memories - cascading thoughts - drowning deep into the dark blue ice and past that - to your core, the core of my being - bitter remnants of you and i - flies buzzing in my ear - bugs buzzing in my food - bugs buzzing in my lungs - devouring my organs - rotting flesh - bittersweet decay - mawkish death - my body does not belong to me - literal meanings of 'a ghost of my former self' surface - i am not changing, just rotting into a pile of mushy mess - a fox may find me and feed me to its children - a resurface of purpose - organic matter
when does my brain begin to die? - it is supposed to occur within minutes but it has been months - when do i receive the overwhelming comfort of nonexistence? - a funeral would be too kind - empty room with only a velvet casket at the front - my body would have sank into the fabric and my family would pass out cookies to faceless strangers - no one speaks - no one ever speaks (shut up shut up shut up) - there is a wildfire in my bones and a hurricane in my veins - every time i start to burn up or break apart against the dizzying waves - my fire is stamped out - my ocean is evaporated
oh, sweet release i call upon thee - bless my tired eyes with your warmth - old coffee sits on the stove for days - disgustingly lovely - a single heart rests in the freezer - frozen solid - the glaciers have been melting - i fear soon this world will drown - like me
my writing is nothing more than meaningless scrawl - chicken scratch resting between blue lines - blue like the veins pulsating in your neck - blue like my lips from the last time i kissed you - freezing - freezing - freezing - at what point does my body succumb to hypothermia? - at what point do my already decomposed organs shatter? - glass - the mug of old coffee shatters on the floor - the bugs are startled - feel them shake beneath my skin - it bleeds - bleeds - fingernail marks on skin - not unlike those i left on your back when you shoved yourself down my throat - i could have thrown up and i remember you loved it
did your skin start falling off - like mine? - did you catch my disgusting disease? - does your flesh rot where it lays taut on your bones - in the shape of fingertips and lipstick stains? - your hands around my throat - i cannot breathe - i think i am in love with you
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hypergraphia/ incoherence
Randomi wrote and wrote for 30 minutes straight until i could not stomach the way the ink sprawled across my paper anymore. before you read: part of this (possibly a large part) may be a bit incoherent as there are incomplete sentences and thoughts. this...
