DrenchedInStars

He handed me a note covered in twirls of hearts and unbearably sickening I love yous. My hands were longing to throw the note and its horrible ingredients in the trash, but my conscience was telling me otherwise. I slowly unfolded all of its crinkles and rips. I sharply read a word that said, “Told me…” What could I have told him? What could someone else have told him? My mind rushed through the answers of these two welcoming words that sounded so irrelevant. I kept telling myself that it wasn’t rape, which I had wanted to commit a lust full of sins and drench myself in as much gluttony as I could before my senior year

Depression has gotten amongst me. I hyperventilate every time I touch the coldness of the shower. This is where it happened. Why couldn’t I have prevented it? I haven’t been able to touch or look at another man in the eye after that specific morning when the air turned groggy and I couldn’t understand what my mind was screaming. It was forcing my desire to turn otherwise, it was put on mute. My desire crumbled when I wanted it, my mind was fully awake. I wanted to say something but instead I said nothing. The mist of the morning shower plays with my sight. Every time I can’t see past my sink, which leads me into think

The hunger for pain is rolling on the tip of my tongue. Desolation is consuming my mind with precious memories. I miss her. My mind is spiraling outward in collapsing waves. My teeth have hit the bottom of the sand where my feet once stood. I cry. No spark of intelligence that comes through me feels like this. I yearn for warmth. I feel her presence within me. The single strands that once stood on her hair breathe into my ears. Am I her? My feet click onto the ground. The sheets off of me reveal the bounty of a wondrous body. My breasts look as if they have birthed from heaven, my navel blossoming with fine skin. Luck has overcome my face.

Ryan laughed to herself while tears dripped like a broken faucet. She tasted the quick sour taste that her tears usually fed. Her feet swayed to the rhythm of the morning light, guiding her to her humble stain of her husband’s rose garden. She tenderly sat upon a bench in a bed of rose bushes. With a jerk of her hand on a stem, a rose gently fell to her palm. She carefully smelled the bittersweet nectar of the rose. It was a day after March, where the flowers were filled with the syrup of the morning clouds. Her hair, the color of burnt redwood, danced in a light wind. With eyes close, she imagined herself dying. I do not want to list a

Her eyes were made of glass and gunpowder With a fist fill of bullets And thoughts thirsting for war, Her hips move with the horrific drums, Making the pig people desire more. Her power soars through the blue, Her feet ambush the weak, Her lips birth the pain Her love is what beasts seek. Her eyes were made of glass and gunpowder, With a stare so infinite and muscular Her arms welcome your eternal pain With her heart made of chrome and pieces of broken bones. Her love raptures your heart, Her kiss can collapse your tongue, Her legs are rich with gigantic veins, That blossom her stare, With eyes made of glass and gunpowder.

She smears acoustic lipstick All over her natural lips Pale legs open, dark eyes closed, Lips puckered, Ready for the circus show. Breathing like a tiger, Giving birth to Satan’s son Her legs open Heels off Her dark eyes closed, Lips puckered The strange stage is ready for her show With her heels undone Smearing acoustic lipstick On her funeral dress For fun Her dark eyes closed, Lips puckered The strange stage is ready for her show With her heels undone Smearing acoustic lipstick Acoustic lipstick When did sex become death Acoustic lipstick Pucker your lips Your show is about to begin -Chorus- Acoustic lipstic

As I die There are Words spiraling Into my memory Of twisted thoughts. Collasping, Into a hell Where the sancuary of buried sounds Is where we remain I'm lost here, surrounded By the death of you And your smell on my lips. Your death on my hands, Your death on my hands, I'm lost, Forever, I am lost, Your death on my hands, And your soul in my throat. Reaching for a single word, Your soul in my throat Grasping for a piece of my air, Your soul in my throat Erasing mine, retrieving yours Grasping for a piece of my air Your death on my hands, A strong scent dipped in blood, And your soul in my throat, Your death on my

Blood drips from veins Of my distant heart Leaking out My passion My voyage to chain my fingers to yours Destroyed While the love Rushes out Tiny portions of you Collected from fragments of memories Of your flesh’s dust Blood drips from veins Of my distant heart Falling into the ground Where our love once stood Birthed from young hearts Raised in chastity Dipped in the golden crust Of love Dipped in the golden crust Of love How the Blood Drips piously from the veins Of my distant heart

I smell the suicide Melting on the tips of his bloody fingers Slowly stabbing himself Looking straight into my eyes Begging me to bring him back to life I want the pain I want him here I smell the wounds Unraveling themselves I want the pain I want him here I taste the ache I suffer the sore I sense the danger Creeping upon my spine His cold fingers, caressing mine Looking straight into my eyes Begging me to bring him back to life I want the pain I want him here I taste the ache I suffer the sore I bring back the life That he once lived so long So long I want the pain I want him here I smell the wounds Unraveling

Stop screaming Your yell is only a whisper In the back of my mind Scratching my last nerve Ripping open my insides I Won’t let you in Stop screaming Your knock is only the rhythm of my heart And your roar makes a courageous tune Stop screaming Your voice won’t shudder my skin And your words can’t infest my thoughts. Stop screaming Or this bullet I’ve saved Will be scorching your insides Dancing with death Stop screaming Your yell is only a whisper In the back of my mind Scratching my last nerve Ripping open my insides Stop screaming Or this bullet I’ve saved Will be scorching your insides Da