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a piece of paper, no matter how big or how small,
can only be folded eight times over
before it springs back out
and unfolds itself.
pathetic:
i could fold into myself a trillion times over
just so i would fit in the space between the two fingers
that you hold your cigarette with.
Literature
butterflied
it is a snake
coiled in my stomach,
the urge to vomit
everything inside of me, to purge
all the toxic not-
good-enoughs. to retell
the same story and expect
a different ending is
the dysfunction that landed
us in here. I'm sorry
I don't follow you into
your dreams at night. I'm sorry
my smile is not the moon,
I'm sorry I did anything
to make you notice
me at all. no finger
down the throat could ever
take that
away.
Literature
origami
today there was a girl with cutting scars
like origami.
delicately folded across her Paper
thin wrists and over soft
ocean veins.
if she was a paper creation, she'd be
a slightly tattered swan. because
nobody's perfect.
you know?
i want to know her, unfold
her, find out
what lies underneath those
outstretched wings.
she wants to remove that black mask
from her white,
white face.
Literature
torn paper
in the heat of reason
what the hell
am i doing have i really tried
to reduce you to 'sizzling whale oil
in the lightbulb of your bird-on-a-wire self-esteem'
and 'your want of justice is a diamond
in the rough corroded by mortality'
you who checks my breath for honesty
you my alcoholic breath my only response
i mean -
-
war orcas bite their steel reins to be drowned
in these silences.
if only you knew
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This is genius. Arghhh