Tag: verbal abuse

well-water eyes like hands
reach into my chest to
squeeze my beating heart. to 
stop the thumping. 

well-water eyes like drills
tear holes into soft tissue and 
grind teeth down with 
sandpaper stares. 

when the covers baptize me
in my own sweat,
i am not haunted
by the dead, but by the 
living.

in our own
Waterloo, well-water 
eyes that drown me in
their dark waves of
self-doubt.

well-water eyes everywhere,
making darkness permanent.
well-water eyes that
i have not yet learned how to escape.

your eyes are dark tunnels to the hell in your soul. i still hear their abuse in my mind, though you are miles away. // a.s.m

when
his fingers strum you
all you can do is sing.
or wail.
sometimes it sounds more like wailing.
and whatever he’s feeling comes out of your mouth.
whatever he’s thinking.
whatever he’s saying inside
comes out of you instead and
your throat’s sore from all the screaming
he’s feeling; from all the anger
little peach pits in his stomach
and you regurgitate them and
your throat is bloody red.

Guitarra // a.s.m