jian camille

sometimes i still feel it piercing through me clawing at me nothing too drastic a minor inconvenience nothing tragic nothing, really how can a womb feel empty when it was never her kind? no room for her persistence irritated by an existence so humorously lost slumped and exhausted by the end of a race twice-ran where is her trophy now? sometimes i still feel it i wanted to wake her i wanted to thank her but wanting is a selfish thing it’s funny how the eyes can...

have u ever worried your anxiety is performative...a paradox of anxiousness...all a big act...a perpetual loop...am i worse than a man...? it feels like a spectacle some flailing performance grasping at straws while gasping for air - always neglecting your hay fever juggling flame is much less impressive when no one else can see it when the heat is imaginary frantic arms unbridled by a false perception signal an urgent distress you beg to be treated for a bloodless truth is there a...

no better to know better the go getter that's how it goes too heavy I want you to move with me I want you to die pretty I want you with no pity I don't want to go there but it's not you who's on your own now turpentine two - we've got a motive if I were you I'd keep it loaded so ugly there's no one to know but me there's nowhere to go trust me there's no place to die my angel wearing your tights ankled cause your hands are tied shamefully toeing the line I don't want to go...