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Thorn Phthalo Poem
I'm going to hell today it's scary and it's hard,
to know I'll burn eternally instead of with the stars.
I'm going to hell today yes all of you were right,
I'm so weak and selfish that I think I'll go tonight.
Could have swore I saw you there tired and alone,
tracing unloved faces you found carved from skin and bone.
The f--- am I still doing here, tears staining my paper,
consider this my last favor,
I'm off to hate my savior.
Copyright © Thorn Phthalo | Year Posted 2022
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Thorn Phthalo Poem
People come and people go, all alike unlike the snow.
Smells, and skin, and laughter, and hair are lost upon the open air.
My dog stays close her tongue is warm, fur so soft yet bones so sore.
Her eyes are green like moss, and rot, they tell me things that she cannot.
She's old and sweet this dog of mine, older than the lies of time.
Teeth are clean and claws are sharp, I hold her close when it gets dark.
And sometimes if I listen close, her heartbeat marches with my pulse.
I think my dog and I are scared, of what I'll be when she's not there.
She smiles like she knows the truth, the day will come her teeth get loose. I'll kiss her head and I will weep, the death of my dog sanity.
Her heart will stop, the rage will start, the markings of the morning star.
The tricks she taught I'll soon forget, and swallow her into my chest.
I'll take the blade of blood and bone, and sacrifice what's left of home.
Cut my skin and shed this soul, you took my dog. I'll take your throne.
Copyright © Thorn Phthalo | Year Posted 2022
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Thorn Phthalo Poem
Callouses and craters in my skin from the nails scraping and digging through to the inside. never quite reaching always searching always hurting. lungs black and polka dotted with popcorn kernels large enough to fill the void between us. empty vessel to another trying to fill each other, trying to feel the other. only if, and when you smile at the self sabotage crowned my guilty pleasure. love without commitment or certainty, free falling into the thorn bushes grown thick around the walls you put up after your last and you promise you only keep them there cause you think they're pretty. well I think you're pretty. and you think I think too much, I bet if I'd listen for it I'd hear you're voice begging compromise. I've always liked the way you drown out you're conscience. chasing parties till daylight claims way to the world and you plaster your mask so hard to your face you suffocate. I wonder if when he screams your name you hear it, and smile. pulling the puppet strings sewn into my back your pride and joy. Omnis Vir Lupus, our den caved in. maniacal laughter as you pull my legs out from under me and place the weight of your burdens on my chest. I refute the identity given to me, exhausted all material and relationships I gathered long before the day you closed the wounds from the knife in my back with new ones. I love you, and we will never change.
Copyright © Thorn Phthalo | Year Posted 2022
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