mykwrites
mykwrites
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mykwrites · 4 months ago
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your voice penetrates
through my head and down my torso
as the poison running through my fingers
makes contact with my skin -
i listen to the vibrato in your throat
as ecstacy rises in my chest
images of you infect my mind
breath, curve, lips, music and loss
--- and fade as its released
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mykwrites · 5 months ago
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the cool iron penetrates
my hot skin
a sharp nail
traces through the folds
a sharp gasp
as the guts are entered
gurgling
squelching
a wince
sharp pain sharp pleasure
the warmth
beneath your skin
the cut
of your figure
a whisper
from between your teeth
underneath your tongue
a breath of hunger
an exhale
of ecstacy
the inhale
of the knife
the blood
i'm breathing in your blood
consuming
your insides
my love
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mykwrites · 5 months ago
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Her form softens in my arms,
as her delicate, cold fingers form
a gentle wrap; my mascara stained hand
developing a fold in our hearts
the night of your dead eyes
looks into me.
Music dances in her poisoned blood,
light twinkles in the flood of your scream
All while her breath on my skin,
begins to thin
Her damp palm in mine,
is ripped from its shine
The music flatlines.
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mykwrites · 5 months ago
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I love you more than you could ever know.
Reads the message that lights up my phone,
as there's blood dripping down my arm.
The truth is that I can't know,
and I will never know.
Does a warm palm
thaw a frozen ocean?
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mykwrites · 6 months ago
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rubbing sweat under my
eyes
lies into my words
longing in the flatline
empt
y
where it should be
far out of my reach
humanity
the missing peice
of my heart
replaced with
dirt
fill my life with your kiss?
fill my holes
your tongue is warmth missing
missing -
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mykwrites · 6 months ago
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flesh and bones,
the
ribcage
i claw at
whatever's left of
me -
looking for something
left below the flood of
blood and
blood
and
who are you?
a gurgle
from the sea of
blood
“i'm you”
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mykwrites · 6 months ago
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the hunger -
it inflates
sharpens my fingernails
strengthens my grip
grip.
grip
hunger
hungry for your heart
your arteries
your lungs
the thirst
only que.
quenched
by your blood
your spit.
please
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mykwrites · 9 months ago
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i breathe you
deeper
into me
my lungs
filling with your
essence
a release
exhales
from my
lips
and tongue as your
body
hits my head
a rush
and a clearness
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mykwrites · 9 months ago
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my first forbidden fruit
introduced me to
the gentle curves of
a daughter of eve
the beauty of woman
like petals and
the sun that i saw in your smile
the ocean i tasted in your tears
and the moonlight in your eyes
the thick velvet lips
that brushed mine with a flutter
id never felt before
introduced me to
the sharpness
the glittery
scarlet vermeil beauty
of the knife
the intoxicating fruit
introduced me to
the whispers of the serpent
hisses of loyalty
now i slither on my belly
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mykwrites · 9 months ago
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The wind takes its eyes
And the rain takes its singing
All that's left is bones
It's eye sockets, black and empty
It's scream, making no sound
It's vacant rib cage, so cumbersome and heavy,
That when God dragged it He frowned
And the angels weep
As they look up to the heavens and ask
Why, for this, did the Son take an everlasting sleep?
For this husk of emptiness, concealed with a mask
For this empty hole filled with atrocities and vermin
That will never bloom, only rot
And is prohibited in the sermon
Before His eyes, it is not
Within the bones, original sin will fester
And never live up to its ancestor
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mykwrites · 1 year ago
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You are alive to feel
fine flecks of sand
between your toes,
the sharp chill
as your head is pushed
under her waves
You were given life
from this gentle strength,
our mother's cold, salty hands
This vast water is alive,
she breaks up, those
lines
on your maps
holds you up with a chilling hug
Batters these rocks with angry love
until they are soft enough for your feet
until the hills part for her to see you.
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mykwrites · 1 year ago
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My thoughts don’t flow like a poem
But the memories do, like a crashing ocean
I’m drowning under the waves,
Trapped at the bottom,
And I can’t swim up
Spinning
Being pushed
Down
Further
And
Further
There is no breath
Left in my lungs
No life
Left in my veins
My open veins
Gushing blood
I bleed out
And there is no one
To sew me up
After a while the pain runs out,
Starts making less sense
Pain is just pain when it isn’t recorded
The tally marks on my skin
Are etched, counting the hurts
But recently I’m running out of space
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mykwrites · 1 year ago
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Red, the colour of hearts, love, valentine its
pretty
But red is also sparkling blood, dripping
from eyes, mouth
Mouth,
The mouths we kiss with.
Vomit,
from the mouth until there's no more
just stomach acid.
My intestines
pulled out for you to feed
form a love heart just for
You. You you
My love? Love?
My love is a pleading scream of
agony, agony please. Anything.
My voice too hoarse to please
My love is a knife
sharp, real, clear. But
dirty. Dirt. Dirtied
With the blood
The mud
The guts
the fucking guts
My love is as bright, as strong, as thick
as a puddle of blood
I fell as fast as a decapitated head
thrown into the deep, unknowable ocean
I love you like the killer loves
the thrill
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mykwrites · 1 year ago
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Soak yourself in the guilt, pouring
from the sky
Wear sunglasses in the rain
Wince from the lemon juice on your hands
Give more than your heart,
Lungs, mind, the blood in your veins
In between your thighs
You're missing something -
What?
Hold their heart with,
shakey hands
Drop
Drop
Drop
Father I tried
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mykwrites · 1 year ago
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I stand alone
the darkness stretches before me.
I call out
my voice frail and tired.
But
the voice that comes back
is only my own.
One foot before the other
Crunch. Crunch.
Across the empty tracks.
My fingers caress.
The cold,
brick walls.
A figure fades into my vision,
it's head tilts.
I see my hand reach out
to touch it.
Pull.
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mykwrites · 1 year ago
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Freedom.
Freedom from girl, she
You'll be a great mother, when are you going to find a good man?
the expectation
Relief.
The relief to be the wind
blowing through the flowers
to be a warm pulse and a mind
a whistle and a song
Freedom for my curves and shape
to not tie me down, to not label and force
but to be the curve of the crashing waves
the shape of a pained voice
my breasts the sun and moon that protects
my hips, love and security.
Freedom for my body to not be a category,
a box and a guideline.
But the shapes of me, and the Earth from that I came.
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mykwrites · 1 year ago
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