More scenes
From the self-proclaimed sex queen
As the vodka slides down
Her throat.
Eyelashes thick with promise
To men that don’t care
And lips that lie.
Between the sheets of chiffon
lies the Daughter of Light.
Golden curls frame her pale face
her green eyes shine bright
like the fiery wicks that surround her.
She lies, lies all day
afraid to shine her brightest
and then burn out.
I wish I could stay lost
in dreams of opals and
moonbeams,
pools of blue that glitter
in the sun, pale and bright
hues, found on the capsules
that keep me sane.
Weightlessness in floating,
the dreams of drowning
and staying dead.
(Source: opalmoonbeam, via opalmoonbeam)
I know you’re a liar.
I hope her head tilts back
just slightly too much
and her delicate little neck
snaps.
I hope her lipstick
stains your bedsheets.
I hope the guilt seeps through
to your spine and you’re
paralysed.
I hope
You choke
On her cunt.
I love the smell of your gin
and lipstick on a Wednesday morning.
When you wake up with eyes
more red than your lips
and the slurred speech you
carried home with you last night
as you tell me how much you want
to “wreck” me.
Pandora’s Playing Dead.
I’d like to slit open my feelings
and sleep in them.
Make a home in happiness or apathy.
Decorate with lust.
Curl up in a bed of suicidal thoughts and pain.
Close my eyes and float away
into nothing.
Vignettes, dreams of utopian rivers
Flow forever
Her beds lush with colour
Growing in harmony
Fading, fading
Here comes winter
Washing out vibrant hues
Freezing her water
At the heart of the river
All is ice.
I don’t have anything new for TDOR. But I have this.
TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT, TRANSPHOBIA, TRANSMISOGYNY, PHYSICAL AND VERBAL ABUSE, VIOLENCE
Have you ever heard of the word “trap.”
I thought you might because it’s a word you use
When you see someone cute
Perhaps someone a lot like me
Or something
A trap is a girl who gets her drinks for free
After all she’ll pay later when you slip her a roofie
And you bring her up to your grungy
Fifth floor apartment that costs half your salary
And you tear off her clothes and…
Wait. This isn’t what you expected to see?
I thought I made it clear
Back when you were buying drinks for me.
If you want me to go home that’s fine with me.
I’m sorry.
But now you’ve tied me to the bed
and locked me in your room
And I hear the key fall on the kitchen table
As you dial the phone.
I hear every word you say.
I start looking for a way to escape,
A window I can jump through
That will splatter me over the sidewalk below
Before your friends get here
And fuck me like a saturday night TV show.
But the rope around my wrist won’t let go.
Your friends are wearing work boots.
Eight steel toes at eye level
Eye level because I can’t lift my eyes from the grain in your worn hardwood floors.
And the first kick breaks my ribs.
And I feel that thing I thought was human leave my throat
They make me crawl.
And then they fuck me into the wall.
And when I fall to my knees they find another use for me.
And then the kicks. Broken bones, shattered teeth.
Another rape.
Another trap, getting what it deserves.It’s amazing, how much abuse a body can take,
Before it becomes a corpse.Have you ever heard the word “trap?”
I have.
This is actually the most daunting and heartbreaking piece I’ve ever heard.
(via awholenewnormal)
I wish I could stay lost
in dreams of opals and
moonbeams,
pools of blue that glitter
in the sun, pale and bright
hues, found on the capsules
that keep me sane.
Weightlessness in floating,
the dreams of drowning
and staying dead.
He.
His heart sings to me
things no one else can hear.
Poetry in his internal organs,
spinning fairytales to lull me to sleep.
My head on your chest,
the only treasure I need.
