suffocation
pain in the heart
when will the gates open
for me and only me
when will you let me in
feel the pain in my head
my jaw clenched shut
like a clam shell
never opens for you
there are no pearls on my tongue
just salt between closed lips
i sit gurgling curses
feeling the silt between my teeth
crush, crush
bones destroyed by bones
lifeblood drank by deathblood
pure rose red and sickly rotten black
feed me, fill me
acid burning up butterflies
take what i know
rip my pages apart
my brain is falling apart inside my head
panic fraying my loose ends
my shell cracked
insides falling outside
your pseudo tenderness
a gull bashing me against rocks
ripping out my sweetness
sucking down my marrow
eat me, become me
as i poison you
turn those lips blue
suffocation the softest kiss.
searched
Rioko Beagle is an American writer, photographer, and general creative. She finds beauty in the lost, overlooked, and forgotten things. She has a great love and appreciation for all forms of art and has broken out of her shell – feeling a great desire to share her passion through poetry, photos, and art with the world in hopes to connect with others through those mediums.
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