do you ever look at the stars and wonder if you should’ve been born a thousand light years from where you are today..
but some great old played a cruel trick on ya?
I can feel it breathing. It presses itself against my ribs as if to escape their cage. It grows with each breath, making it hard for me to exhale. I can't sleep. Can't shake the hunger. It wants more, it wants out. It wants me.
In my head I imagine a beast. A one-eyed hell-hound, a bitch with tacky fur & uncut nails. Restless, howling with the darkness within me. In reality it'd probably look more like me. Just.. wilder.
The day is done. I flick the half-burned cigarette in a nearby puddle. As the water ripples, for a moment I can see it's reflection beside mine. We walk away.
Some days I will look into the mirror and see a stranger. Or looking back at me might be someone I've been searching desperately on another day, yet now grieve to see. It is not that I'm a stranger to myself, my soul I know, but these expressions, they don't belong on a face I'd read as mine. This form betrays me. These feet can't carry, and this voice can't say.. it frustrates me. And I search. I run these fingertips across it, sometimes enjoying bits of it, sometimes wondering if there's somehow I might mold it to better fit. But the truth is there's nothing much wrong with the body. I might admire it even, were I not trapped in it. But it doesn't feel like it should belong to me, doesn't feel right on me.
Open your eyes & see. For once, actually look at what’s in front of you...
I tell the truth more often than it seems.
people just tend not to take you seriously
when you talk about things in a tone™
with shining eyes & a manic smile..
They say there's a time and place for everything
But I strugle to find ones for sleep
art films, thrillers, camp horror: this is what's wrong with the world
us, the children of that world: um, yes please?
writer | sleeper | learner ♥️ a sucker for good food & entertainment
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