Concentric

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GATE

Welcome to mine.

Go to hell.

Phrase.

That I’m not afraid.

Which part?

I would think reading that.

damn

Reliving countless times.

Visit persistently.

Recurring theme when I start to tell the timeless tale.

If you are still here.

Do you have the courage to listen?

My apologies.

I forgot to mention the jail keys.

I’ve been carrying them the entire time.

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LIMBO

The sad part of me is how I’ve always known. My memory is blank. Trauma gifted me an elephant brain. Why is my imagery so sweet? All of my nerves do the thinking for me. What bothers me most is how long I had to wait for my soul to speak.

Thought I had a sixth sense.

something bad is going to happen

I hate being tickled.

Precipitation.

Young I was.

how was she not supposed to

The milliseconds after.

Immediate panic.

Two-Three days.

It’ll happen.

way to go

Back then I wished I was beat.

Would have made this easier.

Maybe people would sympathize.

They only saw the fight.

Let her calm down she’s mad.

why?

White flame rage.

Easy.

Corrosion decrease.

Easy.

my hands?

No one beat me worse.

I left that all to me.

Bruises hid in the right spots.

Smart enough to be crazy.

Hand me down insanity.

Prayed for the end.

Only.

The end never came.

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LUST

Butterfly substitute for anxiety.

All I ever wanted.

Love me for me.

The worst part is I did receive honesty.

Swallowed whole.

No water.

I despise how much I loved him.

Pure ones suffer the most.

Manipulation sounds a lot like hope.

Naive.

Hardest part that lives within me.

Sacrificed my entire existence.

I was the one.

Handed the knife over,

I’m sorry for the way I let you slice

Towers over as I shudder from the cold.

Do better.

For him.

Always.

Till this day I force myself to understand.

I loved what I thought I deserved.

Traitorous.

My own damn self.

Isn’t that how love always starts?

You want what you want.

Convince yourself you have it.

Guidance from the ones who succeeded.

Did you look inside their doors.

Me too.

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Gluttony

Food is how I met my best friend.

Ninth grade lunch.

Sitting alone.

Girl walks up.

Hey what are you reading?

Can I sit down?

Hey why aren’t you eating?

Simple kindness.

Freely gives me money.

At home,

I eat here or there.

Some people don’t have a choice.

Home,

you hid it though.

Once I tried to explain this.

Argument over ramen.

I was at work.

I was nineteen.

We just started dating.

My boyfriend was going to leave me.

Why the fuck couldn’t I take care of myself.

His question.

Not mine.

My explanation was pathetic.

His word.

Not mine.

He’s older.

He must know more.

Silly girl.

again

Ten-minute lunch break.

Include 3 hours of panic.

Went to his house.

Just to see him smiling.

You really care about this relationship.

Figure your shit out.

I never did.

Consumption was punishment.

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Greed

Knowledge is power.

Why haven’t they thought of this?

Mental clutter.

Hundred miles per hour.

Addition,

by what remains unsaid.

Play it all out.

No one has to know.

All inside my head.

I will think so far.

Only thing that is truly mine.

So,

I imagine.

When I was a child,

begged for the brain to stop.

Why can’t I be like everyone else.

They don’t think as much.

How did I know?

I saw it.

I love them for their stupidity.

How I prayed for that to be me.

Hated myself.

Gifts I was born with.

Biological toxin was our family’s form of communication.

Burden is a weight we must carry.

Peace is the experience.

All five senses relax.

There’s an eerie feeling that creeps.

Gorgeous day with lots of sun.

Until you feel the winds pick up.

You know before you start to turn around.

Black clouds form.

Precognition.

Clock is Queen.

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Part Two

Coming Soon…

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