1.6

i hear the ringing in my head synchronized to the beat of the clock hanged on the plain white wall and my thoughts sing as a choir    sometimes on sundays the lawn mowers join in so i try to block everything out    i count from one through ten in hopes of falling back …

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1.5

the taste of you still lingers on the back of my mouth all while feeling the traces of your fingers from my hair to my forehead down to my cheeks, and then slowly, very slowly, really slowly down my body where you grabbed everything as if you were picking cherries just to sell for your …

1.3

you throw away knives, pencil sharpeners, and forks; all gone but fingernails too jagged, too weak to dig beneath the skin you continue to chew to get further in, careless about the dirt living under it's better this way you tell yourself and you accept the lie until you see your reflection wearing another's skin so strange, …

1.2

you wanted fun and thought it was in me so you exploited my body flipped my skin inside out found nothing got bored and said it’s not the same anymore we’re growing apart further ©2018, Quiyet Brul

A Set of Eyes

Momma, I'm not pretty enough. I will one day be left behind Unwanted. Momma, I’ll never be able to express myself. I’m a balloon that loses its air unnoticeably. Emotionless. Formless. Lifeless. Momma, I am scared that all I will feel is devastation, brought on by the hurricane of emotions to which there is no …

through you

I’ve caught your eyes kissing my flaws But you as a whole is transparent and all I could see is Him © 2016, Quiyet Brul

ephemeral

Loneliness has always been her only companion. There was no one around, no one to eat with— all she could do was clean her house occasionally, eat, and wash the damn dishes. Washing these dishes remind her of how sensitively delicate her hands were. She paused for a good while, with her hands holding a …