We Mourn The Empirical Fastenings

I would go through it all again for you

a hundred times

but I do not think I would still be me

when it was over

northern lights photographed from space

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have a cat.

“i’m sorry,” I whisper desperately.

i’m sorry for feeling too much.

I’m sorry that it spills out of me uncontrolled, violently.

i’m sorry I was never handled gently.

i’m sorry nobody ever taught me what love is.

it is slowly getting brighter outside.

the horror clawing at me as my eyes snap open,

terrified of images that are intangible

and cannot harm me any longer.

it is slowly getting brighter outside.

there are so many scars on my body, but i could not tell you where they came from. not because i do not want to, but because i do not know.

in dedication to summer rain and the smell of petrichor

i am laying flowers at the grave

of the man who killed me;

and there is nothing god could do

to stop me now.

I used to think you were a smart man

now I’m not so sure

in fact

I think you told us several times

when I was younger

that you were anything but

you scared me too much to test that

I hope the people who live in our old house

look at the dent in the freezer

that you nearly broke your foot making

because you wished you could have done

it to me instead

and wonder how it got there

and soon enough they will discover

the lines I scratched into the wood

into the walls

little traces of anger

it fills every support beam,

every wall,

every floorboard like rot

spreading

consuming

devouring