Drowning. In layers of me.
In folds, and crinkles, and pores, and holes, and wrinkly-dots, of me.
In heaviness, and weightiness, and spacey-ness, and in square-meters, of me.
In fucking pools of black poison, inky, staining, poisonous, pools, of me.
Stains.
I'm a stain.
I'm a fucking blackberry stain, bitter-sweet and toxic-touch on your lips; lingering there for half a second too long; just half a second.
And then it's too late.
I'm within you, part of you; spreading through the cracks in your lips, the holes in your pores, the veins in your heart.
Pumping through your coronaries and pumping through your pulse.
Toxins, bursting into the air; an invisible, slippery, slimey, clear-black, toxin.
And I live in you.
Kill me;
it's the only way out.
Oh, Bella! This is... very sad, very angry and strong. Poignant, and lovely as always.
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ps: Thank you for posting! <33
ReplyDeleteThis is a magnificent piece of writing! I was utterly arrested from the first sentence.
ReplyDeleteI'm a fucking blackberry stain... I'm going to use that as an excuse for everything from now on.
ReplyDelete"Did you do your homework?"
"I'M A FUCKING BLACKBERRY STAIN!"
"Feed the dog."
"I'M A FUCKING BLACKBERRY STAIN!"
...yeah.
This is so very dark and so very amazing!
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Intense as always Bella, you pull me in simultaneous directions like no one else.
ReplyDeleteConsider me your latest follower, the writing here is just wonderful. I've bookmarked your blog in my Favourites under great writing which, of all the sites I know, contains merely nine bloggers who move me in this way. Amongst them are Bella, Kenzie and Sophie, all of whom I added some time ago.
ReplyDeleteI sense I may add another to this soon..