is this me? a nothing thing. Words by Chanel Trezise
There’s a storm coming, can’t you feel the warmth fade there’s light dimming, skimming over my handswondering distantly, light searching the horizon, begging for fruit sweeter, richer disillusioned and beyond pain. I’m scared of night, of wolves and stars, Of an endless ambiguityA nothingness kissing me passionately. I march tired, heaving, feet curling beneath me. voices whistle, taunting pleasure, wrapping ropes around dreams. I was in love with the ups and downs of nothing. The intensity of promised turmoil, The fleeting adrenaline of a knife against me. hold me down and whisper ills of my body, love me as you destroy me. I am lifeless, begging, Nothing but somebody’s thing, A shell salvaging stability From the wounded narratives that worked against me. maybe they’ll fuck me into the person I want to be. ride me till the morning, murmuring broken mutterings, staring into the void of meeyes scalding skin. I am not supposed to be what a man wants me to be. hollowing my bones, lapping up blood, kneeling.
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