I’ve seen so many invisibles.
Hollered, unaware of inappropriate volume.
I now know how a painter’s eye examines
where a fool would hardly know where to begin
This is the rudiment of a goodbye
Because all our shuddering was anxious
and your nerves were all mine.
It is only ever a game and the rules
are whatever feels convenient
when you’re given more hope than
there’s any right to expect.
(and this right here is my curse)
a desire for the abominable//the miscreation.
I run from the haunting like its nothing.
All the gods I do not know I still reach ache-armed to worship.
Cuz I like to feel original pain
unique only to my blueprint.