Status Updates From Slaughterhouse

“I tell the dream I want to hold my own life in my own hands. I want to see what happens when you say the right words. when the truth cracks everything wide open. when I can be what I have never been — what I never was, even as a child.”

"I spoke destruction into the world, and I couldn't take it back. But look at all these rooftops I didn’t throw myself from, even if I could have done it so well.”

This style of poetry reminds me so much of Siken. Now I need to watch NBC’s Hannibal or Lazarus Rising from spn over and over

"He cut the heart out of me all peach stone,
& crushed me to pieces pomegranate. How he
always spat the seed back out. In his stomach, I did not
grow."

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"let me make a meal of you" sweet apple, you precious poem 3

yves olade is about to make me lose my mind if this preface is anything to go by.

"i had kissed him — almost — and i was half out of my mind. i was stripped
bare."