Splintered
until you splintered under my skin,
and the blood rushed to fight infection,
Tag: H.M. Jones
When Words Fell
Verse gleaming bright, imbued with might
Don’t Want Your Good Ol’ Days
Testosterone tainted thrusts
of masculine need,
cumming sloppily all over
my social feed,
Screwdriver *trigger warning*
His eyes consume her at the opening of her thighs, at the peeks of her humble breasts. He unzips his stained work jeans, pulls ragged boxers to his knees and leans his bulk over her flaccid body.
Pain that Lasts and Pain that Fades
I can go get art etched into my skin. I can change my exterior, greatly and forever transform me, in only hours. And that feels like power. When you live your whole life with a pain that aches deep and hollow in your chest…When your stomach clenches and turns in stabbing pains from anxieties out of your control…When the pain is inside, incurable, persistent and strong, you either fall apart…
Stuck Inside
Moan you in,
push you out
of my confidence.
Feel you swell
under my imagination;
you are unreal,
my perfect creation.
Gendered Self-Destruction
Your waste is
wine coolers, merlot,
minty, thin cigarettes—
set sexily in a delicate holder.
Always Sorry
Screaming so loud my voice breaks, only the fragile hear me, and they’ll be the next to break. Mommy’s sick and sorry and so sick of being sorry that anything to numb the rage seems a proper penalty, a gift to give you peace. Smacking my face, alcohol craze, cigarettes Read more