#it it’s

[crumbing-elysium]

11/24/23

Bile wells up to burn the throat

Selfish tears well in stinging eyes and stain cold cheeks

Nothing is everything

The maggots have made their way beneath

Skin peeling and scabbed

The rot below beckons them

Dread

Eyes Flat and fixed, a void of expression

Brittle nails as they snap

Encrusted with dirt

Finish what you started, Bury me beneath it

#poetry #grief poetry #grief posting #he him #it it’s #depression poetry #I remember writing this and it has not gotten better #in fact I finished it after it got worse #2024 save me… new year save me

[ethers-moth]

Grief and mourning be damned I am popping my boypussy and making art

#he him #it it’s