10.07.24

​

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. 

clotting my wounds with bleach 

and a tourniquet made of lace. 

nothing goes to waste. 

and all of the pain god has caused me

ill mirror on my body. 

begging the tile not to show me

all these faces i'm withholding. 

oh, my fate is not worth knowing.

 

i do not care what happens to me.

i will do what i want to so willingly.