carnage

carnage

I stand beside The burning remains Of my past life. Every broken promise, Every lie, Every insult, He ever hurled at me. His t-shirts I slept in, Photographs Of smiling faces With dead eyes. The flames Melt the flesh From his face. It bubbles And wrinkles And sinks...
oblivion

oblivion

Mommah Never got To see me sober, She saw me In pain, Pretending I was fine. She knew better. I wanted her To feel better about leaving So I faked strength And drank myself Into oblivion. Maybe, to some, My ‘rock bottom’ Doesn’t seem so dark. I have a home, my job, a...
visceral

visceral

*Trigger Warning: self harm, eating disorders.   I’m cici, And I’m an alcoholic. This is my humble confession. Control, I’ve found, Is a farce. It’s who you allow to dictate to you, Or who you don’t. It’s what you tell yourself When you decide not to eat. Or throw it...