Loneliness crawls

Loneliness crawls under my shirt cold spreads over latent hurt   scanty shivers dress down hearth cold quivers s t r i p  o f f my worth   blood in other's flesh doesn't warm my dying heart and mine? blotted upon obscure, orphaned  art   Loneliness crawls makes me unwhole flawed symphony calls through the…

Conceited Existence

On shingle of sadness, over stones thrown in idle thought, cascading, rippling over a seaful of memories...   Over surfeited surfaces, smoothed of flaws, soothed from flaws...   I searched...   I searched for grafts fashioned from wordy pretense, for reasons to device new reasons for sinful conceited existence.   And wondered, are there any?

Split : part 2

What a helpless cringing excuse for a person. How did you manage to become this, girl?How did you manage this drastic change of head and heart? Or was it already happening, so slow and small that I could hardly notice? *sigh* Give me a bit of a disclaimer before you do this next. Teach me…