Weeds

Oh, life you move quickly. Faster than I want to go.


You stopped my train before I had a chance to jump. You've run out of adventure to hand to me, you've taken away what my body yearns for. You've taken away what I want to need right now.

I need body heat. I need acceptance. I need bite marks. I need assurance.

You are pictures opposed to words, yet you use them so well.

Give It Up

You are pictures opposed to words, yet you use them so well. You're setting traps in the jungle like the "Most Dangerous Game." I want to be caught yet I'm running in opposite direction, climbing trees when I see the hangman's rope.

Shutting you out just feels so much better than jumping.

You Are the Only Exception

Walking on train tracks while the lights flash, I dare to take few more steps before falling back. The noise, the smell, the shiver of the track frightens me into pulling away. Full speed ahead. It really can't be so bad. It might hurt others, but not me. I want to be on my back, open, exposed. I want to taste metal in my mouth, feel pressure on my skin. I want to get eaten alive. Yet, I resist.

Wind like breath on my neck as the moment passes, I stiffen in anticipation of the next.

All stations closed. Not enough fuel to make it home. I wish I had taken more chances. Now I'm stuck on ledge, chill bumps protruding.