Friday, February 25, 2022
Seven years (Coronach)
Wednesday, February 23, 2022
Red, white and rose
Word of the day: Oenology
Reds fill my stomach too quickly
Sitting there, heavy
Staining glass and lips
Weighing my heart down
I focus on my breath
Inhale and exhale
Force myself to remain in the present
Whites are the perfect buzz
Clean going down my throat
Everything looks so surreal
Like I'm surrounded by
Fairy lights and fireflies
In those moments the world
Is just so fucking beautiful
A rare treat, a rose is
Bubbles bursting against my tongue
A little dance of joy
Merriment, good things
Being transported to a different life
For a short while
Sitting on a beach
Sharing a bottle with
Someone I love
freak
skin on skin
naked
no longer reminding me of
raw fish
repulsive
an improvement
perhaps
my brain has surrendered
to the endless questions from
friends and first dates
never been in a relationship
body count, zero?
how and why?
i let you touch me
and pretend it feels good because
the panic that used to set in with
intimacy
has now been replaced by
indifference
but you don't need to know that
just give me what i need
so people will stop looking at me
like i'm a freak
Tuesday, February 22, 2022
keloid
never the smartest
when it came to the sciences
i only recently learnt about keloids
"so basically your brain keeps signaling that
scar tissue needs to be made long after
the wound has healed"
the layers that keep forming around my heart
ever since you threw it on the ground
stomped on it like it was a rubber toy
layers of tissue, skin, whatever it is
protecting me from the hurt that can so
easily be caused
what are they called?