#16. flower patterns

#16. flower patterns

*Trigger warning: suicidal attempt What’s that on his wrist? I ask Becky as the three of us advanced further and further in the spring forest. Oh, that? You don’t know that? It’s a flower pattern. I look at the thin line that is more similar to a scar than a flower pattern to me and […]

#12. better days

#12. better days

We continue on our little journey. Becky has now walked beside me as the White Misty Thingy’s misty hand held onto mine. The same thin and long fingers with a soft touch of skin that now has turned cold. A spring rain comes pouring over us and little wildflowers are blooming everywhere. Say, will he […]

#6. The first song

#6. The first song

You know, it’s funny how snowflakes exist Just to melt away after all the cold and lonesome winter days. Say, do you suppose they know that they will die right away – Like all the beautiful things on Earth. And you know, it’s funny how there are people who’re gone and there are people who […]

#5. it’s funny how –

#5. it’s funny how –

People can die just like that. At a flick of a finger. A breeze of some strange influenza. A wrong bullet that ends up where it shouldn’t be. All bullets end up where they shouldn’t be. Or at the bottom of a box full of clonazepam. Let me put it in a more succinct, blunt […]

#3. What have you done to yourself?

#3. What have you done to yourself?

What have you done to yourself? Well, baby, I guess I have too much freedom. I’m privileged with the right to hurt myself, And the pain is keeping me sane. Baby, when everything is gone Except the dark, The open wounds and the blood Remind me of you. What have you done to yourself, you […]