[10/29/2025] Are you doing this on purpose? a half-cut face with glimmering eyes and smile hung out to dry revelling in the ridiculousness of the situation i’d imagine my pupils have gone small and i just want to rip your face off. happening to me and happened are venn diagrams that constitute as a circle me, the word leaves my mouth, like a punishment me, it happened to ME, my nails beg to drag you by your head i hate the fucking sounds you make my eyebrows told my emotions before i did you asked: what? i said: can i bite your finger off at the knuckle?

[10/29/2025] Hearty Meal stress that clouds over my head the urge to hold everything in my hands so i can crush it rage that bubbles like fiery soup ingredients of teeth pumping blood veins jittery clenched jaws icy glares and a rolled head expressing angst to cook a heart with jagged teeth that tears with its hands insults naturally hot to touch and whose favorite word is useless, you’re useless.

[10/14/2025] Febrile I started seeing it everywhere between the hands crossed past each other in the fingernails dug deep lifted in fluttering lashes like butterflies lingering in dilated pupils that whispered you feel it too? Soon the beautiful emotions between others was like rubbing salt to me twirling ballerinas of envy tiptoe my ego sensitivity crawls my spine and i want to count the vertebrae in yours. i needed that pull and i needed you floating petals were meant to drop on my head and you were meant to brush them off my eyes would water and your cheeks would be pink we would stand like the last humans or the first statues and you felt it too On my bed would be me but i would own nothing on it but you little spaces would separate our touch we would edge a little closer to feel ourselves and for some reason there was no wrong us would be us and i would be the little heart in the middle

[10/4/2025] My Trees Bleed pops in my shoulders arise pops in my hips arise vertigo hits my head as i sit up my gait slights right and my legs bend inward my knees catch fire and i catch nothing My heart beats like it wants escape more than I DO. i wish to be grinded into a paste and scream the whole time Everything I hold falls out of my hands twitches and tremors, i fall to my knees i can’t keep DROPPING EVERYTHING. frustration boils in my chest instead of my head i’m making a face i didn’t want to i want to fall to the ground like i was in my own hands slamming my fists against the ground in frustration screaming crying but if i go down i won’t get back up i’ll stay and my bones will still pop vertigo will still hit my head my knees will still catch fire and my trees will still bleed