shimmishim

[shimmishim]

Don’t you think we deserve a soft epilogue?

That instead of new branches, we might grow deeper roots. That we’re not born to perform but to experience than be the experience. The only thing we’ve ever known; to exist.

[shimmishim]

My Liability

Sun down,

a corpse flower blooms into something you knew.

your hearts out on your sleeve but you still can’t believe

i would do this to you.

our bond could weather even the most tumultuous storms,

but you went to her just to feel that warmth.

but you apologized to me,

said you should’ve never loved me,

like it was my fault,

my liability.

And you surrendered your hands so easily

cuz you knew i’d be happy.

screaming “give me a reason!”

[shimmishim]

🤍🤍🤍

‘I am the one who tears open your ribs for the sake of becoming less of me & more of you / I am the one who cradles the heart inside / tell me to close you up again / I will close you up from the inside’

— haley nichole green, excerpt of the unwell will be fed

[shimmishim]

‘Treasure Trove’

-Faint lies that rest upon your lips, oh how i’d love to hear them.

and oh, how i’d love to know the song you hum in the kitchen.

Cover me with stickers, every touch a little bolder with what once rest upon your finger.

white flowers in the kitchen vase.

opulence and taste!

To Configure a sight that beholds such kisses of chaste.

our adulation of absence and mislaid!

And if we must stay at the shoal, we shall not unearth all-encompassing exploration.

our love of a treasure trove.

And if we must stay at the shoal; curse our love of a treasure trove