There's mold on these bones,
Vines encircling the limbs.
Flowers are blossoming all around, and yet none get to us.
Mushrooms lay in their absence, creating a crown.
Movement is hollow.
It rains, no drops reaching my lips:
For they fell off when the worms ate them.
Exhaust and wings flapping around entice my numb senses.
I stand for I can't sit. Everything identifiable has rotten off of me, including ligaments and skin.
No one can tell me she's going to come back.
Wind gushes through, yet still unwavered.
A water stream nearby makes barely a noise, too shallow.
Passersby are never the same, blank faces to never be recognized after; home lays within their town.
Begging to go back to what once was,
All I can do is listen to the nearby churches hymns.
I have so much to say,
warn people so then they would avoid the agony I endured.
If only corpses could roam.
It's my birthday! I wanna nap ðŸ˜
Gay people I summon thee
I could easily show you what ive written.. or I could just read it to you as I pet your hair and tell you how proud I am?? Your choice not mine
on everyone's soul this is what happened
Eats u instead
don't present androgynously
use "binary" pronouns in any capacity
identify partially with a binary gender
have a "gendered" name
don't experience body dysmorphia
don't experience gender dysphoria
DO experience gender dysphoria/body dysmorphia but aren't sure what gender or body would suit them
just experience body/gender apathy instead
can't be open about their gender identity yet
you're all absolutely valid.
don't ever feel like you're "not nonbinary enough" because you absolutely are! 💖
when you’re under a ton of stress then start to notice your memory worsen, your headaches becoming more frequent, and communication going nonexistent…
Let me ruin my eternal happiness with pointless, bitter thoughts ðŸ«
"I guess we doin peekaboo now"
KILL IT
The Thing (1982)|| Horror Fanatic || 18 || Hopeless Romantic (He/Him)
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