to him everything was all marble and gemstones and water fountains, nothing around him was familiar or comfortable
you’re a bunch of atoms and garbage basically
he felt like falling even though he was 100% sure that there would be no ground for him to fall on. the plastic ligaments in his leg and the silicone nails on his right hand were peeling away. he choked on his own breath, and the red waves, crashing around everything and taking people deeper inland with the tide, weren’t helping. it smelled like chemicals and tears and those little sour candies he always saw people buying. his head went under again and his eyes refused to shut out the burning acid and the distortion of lights dancing through his skin. his body stopped but refused to drown in the rusty poison.
he feels a vagrant consciousness snap into his eyes before rolling off onto the boy using the computer next to him; he ignores it. i should really get more sleep, the boy next to him mutters.
Pisces: You are beginning to feel much warmer
Aries: White tiled walls and green bathroom floors
Taurus: A gift from the gods; you cannot open it
Leo: Continuing to grin at you from across the room, your best friend is vaporized
Cancer: Glaciers form on your tonsils and your teeth find themselves broken
Virgo: A bad month to speak to friends
Scorpio: Im so sorry
Sagittarius: She was very ill anyways and you have nothing to feel sorry for
Capricorn: A fogged up window, metallic poison, and a very small bouquet of lillies
angels, phosphate, stars, crumbling walls, glowing forests, bleeding candles, crystals, light, metal, hands, shells, sulfur, eyes, water, coral
i cant tell the difference between angels and people
and i know that sounds really stupid
but now im standing on top of this street light
and i heard them banging on my front door last week
but maybe that was the cops or my moms ex-boyfriend,
either way they left when i fell asleep
clutching one of the knives from the kitchen
in case they got in.
i kept seeing their face flickering blue and grey in front of the tv.
Pink sheets full of blood and permanent marker hanging on the clothesline are the closest things to ghosts i will ever hope to see
sometimes I’m a pyramid,
sometimes I’m the moon,
swallowing myself with the left side of my face.
i can hear you walking down the hallway
with stones in your throat
while I’m hiding in the bathroom
spilling light down the drain
"What does the S stand for?" she says pouring the water into the glass, ice cubes clink against eachother as they fall.
“Sulfur” he says closing the door behind him. She takes a sip.