dandiliondrifter

The girl plucks her eyes out at 18 and swallows them down with a metal spoon. It nicks her throat and tinges her words red in a way that frightens people and when they ask why it does not heal she says, “The price of truly seeing yourself is never being able to hide at all.”

Secrets get whispered at the sky every night Even by ten year olds who don’t really believe Because when you trace your own constellations Your hearts bound to seep out your eyes and past your lips

The heat makes the air crackle like dried leaves in your lungs as we stare at aquamarine turning to midnight blue. I wonder why water looks blue, if it's the sky reflecting off the water or the water reflecting off the sky. Tell me, do you think it was the chicken or the egg that came first? The ripples reflected on your face are distorted by the sheen of sweat and your snow cone melts slowly in my hand. Drip.Drop. Water both evaporates and condenses, constantly in flux. The ice caps are melting slowly, but not always, sometimes they break themselves apart. Your eyes linger- a puffer fish, a yellow green eel- as I push you past each tank

There's a girl standing upside-down on her philosophies thinking about Hamlet and Horatio and more things in life. She would ask "like what?" but all that blood rushing to her head popped the aneurism that came with the answer.

No The convoluted twisting of time as everything unravels What is this? A simple question that can stop a heart and reveal the murkiness of the water Smile An easy twitch of muscles taking less effort than a frown but carrying more agony Silence This is cold and hard the muted steps apart on a carpeted floor avoiding any evidence Goodbye The effort of strangled ignorance when smiles mean nothing and questions remain unanswered Understanding The tidy binding of pieces in a swift exhale of breath Hello Two people sitting across from each other no less broken   They start with one word

“GET OUT!” His words were a shout, practically a scream. I could see the strain of his muscles as he shook. It wasn’t just his muscles; it was every fiber of his being quivering as he recoiled trying to stuff everything inside. “No.” It was barely over a whisper and I felt a bitter laugh escape my lips before squeezing them into a tight line. He froze for a moment, pupils dilated in a rage that matched my own, and began a hailstorm of flying objects and profanities. But I wouldn’t leave, not again, not that same goddamn cycle just so he could rip himself apart from the inside and leave me with an empty s

I sit atop of the world In a garden of oceanic flowers Born from wishes Plummeted as wayward stars And all I see Is deaths shadow

Beautiful bird wake up So I can hear your song again More mystical than The silent death of stars I await your return Through the winding river of light That mimics the skies above Back to this barren wasteland Of the garden we once tended Beautiful bird Beautiful bird I await your song

She gets off the floor. A tangle of sweat and blood woven across her lips, the crisp taste of iron. In the kitchen are the remains of his plate. She cant remember the shatter of glass or slam of the door as he left. She doesn't really care. When the glass is cleared away she picks up an apple. Placing it against her lips she smells but doesn't taste, an empty habit. Instead she goes to the box of pills, a glass of stale water placed nearby. She no longer wonders if he'll poison her. The faint smell of sweat reminds her to shower and in the bathroom she finds the mirror cracked. She cant remember the beating but knows the blood is hers. For so

Bravery she was my little bird crying out Caroline! Caroline! into my empty soul