Intrusive thoughts
//TW//: violence, mild graphic body metaphores, mental distress
I want to tear myself apart.
Unravel my threads and unhinge my jaw.
Unhook my chest and tear out my insides.
I want to turn to sand.
My head is filled with sand.
I reach back through my skull looking for stones but everything I touch just crumbles to dust.
An exterior force is trying to compact my being in upon itself and I don’t want to hold on.
I want to float away untethered into the tides and resurface as driftwood in a distant land where I can breathe again, because right now my lungs are filled with ash.
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kermitthefrog
Hiiii, my writing name is E.A Garner, cause why not, and I am a gifted kid burnout who’s failing english class but never stopped thinking in poetic internal monologues. Most of my poems are really just vents that ended up being really metaphorical. I spend my days either reading or watching cartoons, photographing my cats, and contemplating the inevitability of death and stuff. I’m 18, I get overly invested in fictional characters and I’m a leo. My pronouns are they/he and my favorite food is pasta.
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