stuff of fiction, silly

This blood just doesn't feel right. Blank eyes look at you right. Your parents have the worst luck, so cover it up. I try to live in the music, the melody, but the words just don't come. At some point, disorders are your natural state of being. My tears are acidic, now my eyes hurt; fireworks, like the 21st of July. How can I ever live again, no life meant to live the way I dream of. Dreams are the stuff of fiction, silly, storybook nonsense. Come talk to me when you've calmed down. Can you use your words this time?

stars go supernova

I'm a fast-forward wreck with my head in the sane. Grainy visions overlaid on my eyelids, set the layer to burn. Eyes like telescopes, each layer magnifying a new detail. Watch a grain of sand, miss the whole damn beach. I grew up familiar with the ocean but now it terrifies me. I'm scared the only emotion I know how to feel sometimes is fear. A feature-length film etched into my corneas, but I never have the right words. Castaway all hesitation.

I've got stardust in my veins. Not in a cosmic, "fated-to-be" way, but in the way stars sometimes go supernova.

This blood doesn't feel right. Using light from the door to read at night, wishing my hair was shorter and I was bright. Your parents just have the worst luck. Better cover it up.

cultural grievance (atlas)

High-venom advantage. The predator I wanna be, offense, tired of being defensive prey. Time to fight back. Don't look before you jump. All I hear are heartbeats off-rhythm and static. I've got white noise syndrome-- I can't stand the quiet. Follow your leader with a gunshot, the system decides what end you're on. Pledge allegiance to cultural grievance, scapegoat in discussed agreements, moral uprising. The leopards will never be satisfied. So protect your face, or ready the cages.

No more do-nothing, say-nothing, explain-nothing lives. Broadcast the daunting, let your worries and fears rest on shoulders other than your own. Atlas is not to be idolized.

little mermaid on fire

There are worse things than leaving first. Like leaving last, an ocean of empty after all the fish are gone. The water's a nothing void without noise or movement. Waves rocking in a gentle motion for no one. Waiting for something to call it its final home.

A being other. Not normal. I say "fine" to enduring fire, but no one else sees the flames. Fall out of sync one step, falling behind like walking on coals. No need for your soul or soles bared to open air, judgment day. Another little mermaid on fire, pins and needles and ash and smoke.

///The new Little Mermaid movie looks pretty good tbh