Hyalma

Seek Ye Not the World of Worms, your massive boots to tread, to crush, to maim their bodies soft or stamp upon a head! They do not like a squishy state, all lumpy and disjointed and when their relatives are squashed, they’re often disappointed! Kith and kin are rendered flat and decorate a path: victims of the earthbound boot, which vents its rubber wrath! There’s worms who slither, slinky-sliding, speeding to some wormy-cover, mostly failing, often crying. All are calling for their mother! Whilst others brimmed with worm-defiance, fight with might upon the land, ending up on soles of boots, till scraped off by some giant hand! O

Monster 30-10-15 I have teeth, I have claws, and powerful jaws, I crawl and I crouch and I creep. I scare as a token, so don’t pass by the notion That I’ll gnaw at your brain while you sleep. With my eyes and my ears I’ll be in your fears, In your dreams, in your life, in your death. I’m skeletal bones living alone; I’ll eat you with my every last breath. With spikes on my toes and a stomach that groans I’m the one little thing you should fear. And though you don’t show it, I know that you know it Every time I come creep-crawling near.

text message alert: babe > katie > ex-girlfriend *contact deleted you really ought to get another, timestamped 10 seconds later a life you stupid shit click back to vibrate, lock screen as i resist the urge to answer with a lesson on line breaks

Breathe my name to the stars and watch the constellations play – Cassiopeia dances and dines with The Archer, Cepheus points the way to salvation in the words heard with whispers from lips made of cosmos and you who witnesses world from conception, my world – us. Denote happiness, salvation, and truth in the eyes that shine like the red dwarf that burns brighter than our sun, but seems mute from distance that lags and drags on our souls which cry out softly yet violently leaving you and I in its wake, fearing nothing but a starless sky in return for without my light (you) I have no moon and you are no universe alone.

Caress my spine, spread me wide, and fill your hands with me. Follow my pattern, trace my texture with the tip of your finger. I'm offering you a story inked into the planes of my skin. I've laid myself bare for you. Here are all the secrets of my folding places. Read on me, revel in me, listen, linger. This is me at my most intimate. I'm giving you my softest parts.

Forest girl; your bones are boughs and you are bound to lose your leaves someday

look, I'm not really sure what you want me to say you're the unwelcomed guest to my pay-per-view party, and I mean I paid $6.99 for entertainment but I guess I was thinking of something a little less live some things are just better left to animal planet and well, here we are too close for comfort, my body tells me via the pleasantly warm fluid flowing down the inside of my leg this is not to say that I'm uncomfortable but from 1 to Vladimir Putin riding in on a radioactive bear, you're like a 7 on the scale of how frightened I am that you're in my fucking house right now I apologize for being a little crass but I guess it's a kind of

There will be boys whose cigarette smoke fogs up your windows boys who knock on doors like wind-chimes and see right through your thread-bare heart Please don't let him in. There will be days that burn you; leave you only ashes on creaky bedroom floors days that suck out the sweetness like a Creator's mouth on a cigarette and I promise you the metaphors he spews are not good enough for you so please don't get addicted 'cause there should be anonymous meetings for this for the boys who tend the fires in your wrists make them itch for the days the knife You can get addicted to many things.

I closed my eyes while I drove home tonight I wanted to see if I could remember the curve of your spine, your lips, the jut of your hip. (if these walls could speak, they would scream your name.)