BURNrain.

guess who’s back!!! (it’s me).

hi everyone, hope ur all lovely and happy and basking in the glory of existence.

anyway, as i’ve mentioned, there’s a lot in the works. i write so much it’s difficult to breathe some days, but getting it here appears to be the obstacle. sixth form is excessively brilliant and i feel like i have tentacles that have extended into the core of the earth. i am where i am meant to be.

also, sexism makes me want to cry, this is a reminder to not be sexist because i’m actually at the end of my tether right now.

song: miserable america - kevin abstract

my skin burns

1000 prickled needles

burn

every pore of my skin

every cell alights in flames;

shades of purple and orange

mottled across my history

my skin burns

with knowledge and pain

and my cloudy cloudy mind

and my foggy foggy heart

and the words pinned to the door of my soul

i am burning from the inside out

aflame and a tired

conflagration of everything i

have become

i am burning apart

the rain burns me too,

but exactly how i need

the rain burns my body away,

burns my skin and my organs

until i exist exactly as i Am.

the rain washes away time and the pollution,

the rain washes away everything until i am Me

again, surrounded

by my own company.

the rain burns my sin away,

and burns every inky trail of me

in every book i stepped foot on.

the rain burns my hair and my flesh

and my bones and my love

and my tears

and my hope

and my everything.

the rains burns me in entirely the right way,

until i speak in infernos,

and pray in flames,

until i weep in licks of red and orange

and melt away into nothing.