I want to write poetry that’s difficult to read, poetry that’s hard to hear.
My words should upset you, make you feel cold and afraid and alone.
I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t,
Why are you here
On this page
In this basement
My words are words that feel like screaming.
Words that hide in the corner desperate to be admired.
Words that stick to the chambers of your heart.
That no amount of blood or coke or alcohol will ever wash clear.
My poetry won’t break your heart – your hearts already broke.
These words just remind you
Remind you how broken you are
Remind you of the pain
The pain that’s there
That’s always been there
Sticking to your flesh
Clotting your veins.
We are all a beautiful phrase away from an aneurism.
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