Unfit for Human Consumption
Expired mid-production
Poorly preserved
Mismixed and contaminated
Designed for self-destruction
I was poisoned at conception
Spoiled shortly thereafter
Taught wrong as less than a joke
An amalgamation of indifference
The detritus of a family's corners
The dirt not worth cleaning
Keeping company with spiders
And better vermin than myself
Stinking of almond and rat shit
A drunken colonizer from Hell
I spread a kingdom of suffering
Unfit for human consumption
My heart makes sweetness sour
Bleeding salt and infertility
Blasted soul of carcinogens
And forgotten wilting flowers
Held dearer than I could be
A mess not worth cleaning up
About the Creator
D351
trans manic goblin dream girl who chain smokes candy cigarettes and sings along to septic pumps
The Sound That Carries Me
When I lie in bed, the train always finds me. The wheels slam against the tracks, loud and unforgiving, like something inside me that never learned how to rest. The horn cuts through the dark in broken intervals. Too close, too real, impossible to ignore. It drags me back to the fields of my childhood. Back when I thought life was simple. It wasn't. I just didn't have the language for how heavy it already felt. I was small, trying to survive things I didn't know how to name yet.
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