crossed-out

i am trying to 
speak 
i am trying to 
find the words 
that won't come 
out 
and they fill the underside 
of my skin, the otherside 
of a blank page, ink letters 
spiders 
crawling their ways 
through a web of crimson veins 
and the watercolors 
of my life 
are dyed in red. 

breathe. breathe. 
my lungs cannot bear this. 

oh, and what i would give 
to tear open my chest 
like an altar, a lamb 
for the slaughter 
so this thing trapped 
by the cage of my bones 
can finally 
scream 
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yejunee

FL

18 years old

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    ouroborous

    the snake is hungry 

    so the snake will eat 

    and eat it does, chewing, gnawing, 

    and will you ever notice, little thing, 

    that it is your own tail 

    you are swallowing? 

     

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    abalone

    from salt and foam and scales 

    steal the hearts of stone 

    nacreous shells, dying husks, 

    the honey-sweet flesh that once 

    clung to its bones 

    to die of thirst. 

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    eschatology

    meet me at the end of the world 

    the space between firestorms and tsunamis 

    across the acid oceans 

    and here, where the rot 

    has begun to reclaim the cities at last. 

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