drug induced rants, plaid shirts, stripper heels, frilly panties, hardcore nights, badass bitches. escapades w/ boys, particularly angry drummers. aimless road trips around the block. Sex, obsessive water drinking, vintage shopping extravaganzas, photography. slutting on the weekends.
i used to. i was. i could. i should. i will again.
i have an incredible urge to discontinue my existence in the physical form. pour me out on linen sheets. twist my archaic little bones into shadow puppets. let me free into the stars where they will bow with belated breath. the sound of vessels popping, teeth chattering, eyes slipping out of their boudoirs. i can taste crimson pulsating up my throat - making its way into the mouth where i have little space to store it. there it goes - overflowing, breaking from the innards of my flesh. convulsing, heaving - splattering graffiti onto the sheets. one shade of red, one shade of ice blue. destination to a wasted presence. i am there. and soon the haunted will become the huntress.
i used to. i was. i could. i should. i will again.
i have an incredible urge to discontinue my existence in the physical form. pour me out on linen sheets. twist my archaic little bones into shadow puppets. let me free into the stars where they will bow with belated breath. the sound of vessels popping, teeth chattering, eyes slipping out of their boudoirs. i can taste crimson pulsating up my throat - making its way into the mouth where i have little space to store it. there it goes - overflowing, breaking from the innards of my flesh. convulsing, heaving - splattering graffiti onto the sheets. one shade of red, one shade of ice blue. destination to a wasted presence. i am there. and soon the haunted will become the huntress.