TheLadyLiz

My face is prettier with Midnight and I don't like to sleep when I could be glancing at the mirror, letting Quiet tell me that Midnight brings out my eyes and my blush, that Midnight likes me better when I'm more beautiful,  and just when I need sleep. —— But Midnight catches me before my bed, and sleeps with me instead, screams my pleasure, and pounds in my head. Midnight forgives me so that I don't have to. Midnight forges me so that I look fiercer. —— (I am Midnight's danger.) —— I wait for Midnight to be pretty, because I like glancing at the mirror and smiling at myself and

It sat in my skin, like I was a park bench, and teenagers fell in love as they sat on me It was etched shallow out from the center his name, his fucked name It faced me day after day, asked me why I didn't belong to him anymore Why I let him go, why I stopped hurting him and why he isn't real —— No, there is no choice left for me, No paths offered but what I snuck away and now I sit here too, clawing my flesh away and away away from me, forever, and it has to get out of me because it lives in my muscles and is poisoning the both of us, melding us down (we are fine until we really aren't, we cry to ourselves, the

her skeleton gored her thorough, poached her offered her the lobotomies, twice over, more and more oh, she was stabbed pierced, prodded, speared, impaled, but synonyms mean nothing to her now because at last she has shaken off the differences spoken by books and licked by tongues to be spit out more vulgar than before,  down the street she no longer holds onto the language because she has steeped her paling hair in tea-soaked waters, slicking her around thorough, sliding pleasure in her core, loving her again feeling her peak and valley down but now synonyms are nothing to her at all and she no longer needs words to pa

Love cannot  cannot heal me and I wouldn't let it if it could if it wanted to not if it was begging not if it was dying Love is not going to save me Love is not allowed not in my room Love would still refuse me and this would heal me instead when Love walks away from me I will breathe  when Love is scared of me of knowing me of looking at me and living with me now Love keeps away Love is gone from me and allows me more than love ever wanted for me or from me Love will leave me,  more and I will not ask after but Love will let me go Love must let me go Love must walk from my haven,  but without my fin

you killed this man, you said you murdered this man because he said he would lock you up just in your home where you keep the the things you love the things you protect (you keep them a w a y) he said he would set flame to your glassy door, so he could be a witness he said he would like to watch you burn to death he said he would enjoy the view of you trapped now in your walls where you now must engulf  the oxygen that you hoarded  manically (what valuable fuel and now MORE, more, more, more, now) he said he would finally see you,  you would gasp and pray,  because you still would not believe and you could not n

Not at all I don't own a mask When I grew up I didn't have a mask to wear I didn't  at all hide behind a mask when I laughed I had healthy and good guts to react for me I really had no mask at all I was framed So don't tell me I had a mask I had depression,  wholly doubled over,  I had anxiety,  electric and vying to advocate,  I had so much ugliness and more loneliness,  I had pain and I lost so many memories I had literature until I had none of it at all I had comrades I really did not deserve (have at all) I have lived for twenty-one years of this 'time' measured out for me in cups of liquor, and I cannot

Hey, everyone is wrong about this one thing and it's just so incredibly great because Better doesn't have to come for me. it doesn't have to pluck me from my pain or paint me over in fresh coats or wash me of my sincerest sins. Better doesn't have to come at all and Better doesn't have to save my life and Better doesn't have to hold me together when my insides are coming out. Better doesn't need me and I really don't need Better, so Better can come around in the credits so that Better settles for someone that wants it. I won't nurture Better and I won't feed it. I won't ask for Better because Better is better off in all those gla

If I could save even one person, maybe I would speak. Her flesh wrapped around her like kudzu on a tree, parasitically engaged in what others yearned for. If you can't rely on blood, who do you have left? So I stayed. Because no one would come near. How kind she was. How gracious and loving and loved. Her skin became cold. The very organ dedicated to masking her advanced structure became like a marble slab left in the snow. That flesh that cradled her meaningless meanings hardened like the exoskeletons she imitated. She was an insect through and through. And even if cold was the absence of heat, the left-behind contraband someone else cam