°∴,*⋅✲ poetry ✲⋅*,∴°

[skydust]

title: ᴀᴄɪᴅ

I know reaching out
just to touch burning acid
must sting.
Little bubbles of melting flesh
appearing as calluses on trying hands.
The smell of vomit
must also deter you
from asking if I’ve fallen back
into the snakes pit.
But I must ask,
why must I be a problem?

--skydust

[skydust]

title: ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ

Vomit and dried blood,
frozen on a scream.
Don't be so sure you're the one
who swung that wooden bat.
Perception is just you're distortion.
My bones against bone,
his lips pulled back,
her pearly teeth turned static.
Sickly violent madness,
alter this reality for me,
master of distortion.

--skydust

[skydust]

title: 4ᴀᴍ

Sometimes
I feel like throwing up.
Sometimes I'd much rather
be dead.
So as 4 am clocks around,
I ponder if the universe
wishes for me to take
that final jump.
And I screamed at the stars
to try and fix me,
but all they did was
laugh
instead.

--skydust