i feel like a non-recyclable slushie cup. there are only so many repetitions that i can endure.

sweet baby. 

i am here now. let's play hide and seek. find me somewhere deep beneath your tea soaked sheets. i will welcome you back with honey kisses on your cracked and rotting spine. 

the smell of smoke. bleeding lips against my broken neck.

5,000 years in this moldy basement 

he hates his mom. 

"i don't know how to feel," i shout into his empty soul. 

i cannot teach you, darling.

here. have this cup of drugstore water.

don't let my mother touch me. 

razor blades on your bathroom floor. blood on your new clothes. i apologize in advance.

this time you've killed me.