Spoiled BonesSuffocating September
You asked me
if it would ever get better
Broken glass
we swallowed it together
Unable to speak
her vocal chords leaked
Bitter blood
The kind that tastes sweet
if you drink it long enough
Her veins remained drained
Unable to grasp the chains that chased her
East to west
The sun always sets delicately
when my head lays
silently
on your chest
I’m a mess
I opened up a dictionary
of obscured sorrows
and read my autobiography
CHRYSALISM-
A prison inside this house I call a home
The rain beats down on me
the same way that you do
Every time I get the courage to stand
you slander my name and shove me back
into reprimand- punishment
The minute you step into the light I fall in love
And you fall angry
Where do we differ darling?
Who replaced your clemency
with jealousy, with bitter arguments- fallacies.
ADRONITIS-
How long will it be until we fall in love?
The real question is does love exist
in this dissipated home
or are we suffocating one by one?
Promiscuous bedrooms swallow her whole
And the glass in her lungs protrudes out from her soul
Blood continues to pour slowly down her back
But you stay quiet, submissive and encourage the attack
But what’s new?
You’ve always been as sick
as the empty body of the morals that left you
Hello September.
written by Taylor Zande | @tmzxo
Casie Wendel - model, photographer, and stylist | @casiewndl Anthony Freeman - model, photographer, and stylist | @anthonywx