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far too nonchalant about things i should probably care about

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reviews pLeAsE. reviews without anything constructive are honestly a waste of your time, more than anything. be harsh or whatever when you critique me, but please do.

as for comments, they help a lot lol so if you drop a few, it would be highly appreciated.


December 25, 2019



nine; like the clock gonging in my chest, an agonizing pity party. it clangs humorously, and i want it to stop tearing my rib cage, but it doesn't. it stays, nestled between my bones, this appalling monstrosity. i think i like how it makes me feel.

eight; but i am long since past that age. i don't think about wanting to make myself happy, or smiling at strangers that look kind. i don't stare at the sky, building stories in the clouds; clouds, a cloud head, my head in the clouds. 

seven; the days, the absoluteness of my pain, the way i chop my hair off. i am in a rat race, gasping for breath, but these aren't my sins. mine are yet to be made. mine are yet to sing to the populace. mine are yet to be deadly.

six; the number on my math test. the lines yawn at me incomprehensibly, but i make do with i have. there is infinite calm resting on my shoulders, perched on my brain. vain, vain, but will trigonometry save me?

five; my palm on fire. i write too little, i write too empty, i reek of apathy. temptation in the shape of kerosene, like a slave to candle wicks, i read poems to my stove. pyromania is an identity.

four; seasons, sides to the story. the heat is scarring, like blades? wounds? words? i think i should let my eyes float in a mason jar; jarring, enthralling, coherent. the seasons are dying, and so am i.

three; pin plugs, let me knit in peace please. some needles you do not charm, some sockets you do not fill, some houses you do not build. these machines are mocking me. i can't let them embroider me.

two; shells of a mollusk. sand castles on a glistening beach, and my hair in knots; i think white suited me the best. the waves are crying, but i do not care. i just steal starfishes from the sea.

one; the antithesis of duality. two residing in my skin, but i only welcome the finest into my home. there is a funny bone, but do not mind it. nobody's laughing.

zero; the white crayon of numbers. it's time to stop.


 just a repost because im bored

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1 Comment
  • babybluelamentations

    This entire piece feels like a question mark, and it’s beautiful like that. I love the quiet sadness of it, and your diction is so pretty <3

    over 1 year ago