repression suppression depression
In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.
May 23 20:22 with 33,276 notes
There’s a reason why I can make you see in the dark
Your mother wasn’t lying
For she has seen it too, and now
I entrust the darkness to you in the hope that
You might be able to see
The hopeless darkness that was me
And relieve me of it, in the cradle of your gut
So, to prepare,
Carve off my skin
Every shard another layer of me
And when you have eventually extracted all of the knarled peelings
Of the cocoon I had wrapped myself in
Discard them into the food waste bin
Leave them to rot
I must warn you
Some grooves cannot be removed so easily
So slice me up
Maybe then I will look desirable
And boil me in the pan
I hope you understand
I did not choose this
My roots were tainted from the start
So turn up the heat
Hot water is a purifier, after all
So purify me of these faults
Every bubble that suffocates me
Is the oxygen I give to be free
Every bubble rescues me
And when at last I rest
in peace and pieces in your swollen stomach, fulfilled
And you lie awake in you bed
Afraid of the dark
I will show you that seeing is so much more terrifying
And you, like me, might then long to be
Engulfed.
