maybe i'll be making a return. or maybe i'll just forget about DA again. it's not like anyone cares anyway.
Lipstick StainsI leave behind traces of lipstick,Lipstick Stains by poisonxmuffin
marking my territory,
leaving evidence of my existence.
I was here. And here. And here.
A napkin with which I blotted my lips.
A coffee mug from which I sipped.
A cigarette butt, smoldering in the tray.
A wine glass left on the table.
A love note, signed with a kiss.
A shirt collar that got in the way.
Foreheads, cheeks, necks, collarbones.
morning loversher hands trace over the red marks where the sheet creased and pressed into his skin, and she wished she could press herself into him like that, marking him, simply to say “i was here”morning lovers by poisonxmuffin
eyes, bright with morning light and pure contentment, gaze upon her beauty from behind dark lashes
ghosts of smiles dance across their lips and their legs tangle together beneath the blanket
skin touching skin touching skin touching skin
Mum.i have found myself to be speechless but not in a beautiful way. my silence is not poetic.Mum. by poisonxmuffin
most days i find my friends outside having a cigarette and i join them. i listen to their stories and laughter and smile with them. and when i stand to leave i realize, the smoke still swirling in my lungs and the butt smoldering on the ground, i did not say a single word.
perhaps i use the smoke to suffocate my speech, i inhale so i do not have a chance to utter a sound. i watch on the way the tobacco burns so i do not have to make eye contact. i exhale smoke in place of speech.
i am losing my words.
somebody asks me how i am, and my throat closes in panic. my brain stresses itself to find a word that even comes close to describe the feeling of non-feeling. i finally answer with a shrug and a noncommittal noise that doesn’t mean anything. which is perfect, because i don’t mean anything.
i am becoming nothing.