10.07.24

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i wore this skin when i loved you

i’ll brand the trinity into my left wrist

with matchsticks

just to molt like a goddamn locust

perforate around my limbs

skin peels like papyrus

i don’t deserve to exist

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clotting my wounds with bleach 

and a tourniquet made of duct tape 

what’s left can't go to waste 

and all of the pain

gods caused me

ill mirror on my body

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all i can stomach is my own phlegm 

wash in the tub like a child again 

hell my fate is not worth knowing

 

i do not care what happens to me

i'll do what i don’t want to so willingly 

my body's unclean but my palms still bleed 

rip out my hair

dirty the laundry

fuck the dishes

dad i can not roll up my sleeves 

promise my mom to be clean by the end of the week