u/GreenTeaBookshop

I am my own savior
I pray to myself for strength
And it is delivered in sharp serenity - exposed nerves dressed as peace

My writing is my holy truth
Clarity comes from sitting alone, reading my words
My body is my crucifix
I worship the bruised ribs and gashed skin

I am their savior
They pray to me with clean, soft palms
Give us what you have, give it all

So I do
Brittle boned, idled mind, skin sawed and sutured
The shadow my body casts is a cross
Offering them the blood I've spilt from my skin

They take my body to heal their own
Nourishing their souls with the sorrowed manifestation
Of what used to live within me
What once was - dried from prior communion
And they feel whole

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I wake, I dress, I eat - I leave my home, I return, I sit with my books
Hiding away with the thought of,
I am better than this

Same faces, scenes, words - insincerity to its core
Underlying self-obsession of feigned superiority
Bruises on my hands from clawing to prove my worth
Desperation laced in the attempts to convince myself
Of any substance in my soul

Self-worth is a bore when it's tied to a timecard
Conceived thoughts of individualism -
Arrogant enough to believe that I qualify
Nihilism's pull powerful enough to remind me
That nothing worthwhile exists within

The absurdity of morality bound to others - like peeling apples before consumption
Time spent sorting my books alphabetically,
Wondering if there is anything more I could offer myself

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Consuming pain as theory
Regard my emotional meandering as
Intellectual controversy
Oh, yes! Tell me the horrors of capitalism

Feelings that have created jagged lines on my body
Abstracted to the woes of industrialism and the generalized abuse of humanity
Internalized pain - discoursed to public outcry

Cities crumble on plagued streets -
Literally, as metaphors are overrated
And nothing of depth can come from my own mind

Self-appointed misery - oh, I don't care
Plea to the masses to be ignored
And become enraged when you get what you want

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Everything's for sale
Search the aisles, it's all a bargain
You can get a lot for a penny
Twice as much if you smile

Grappling, searching, holding it close to your chest
Consuming to fill your needs
What does it require? Just a kind word
I'm easily convinced

This one has brown hair
So scalp her and try again
Remember it's all for sale - take whatever you want

All that's left over here is contemplative immolation
Not the highest quality, but think of the possibilities

There isn't a part that hasn't been used
Given up, tattered and worn - it can't serve its purpose if it's broken

Everything's for sale - hurry before the best is taken
Stock is replenished more timely if you still say thank-you, offer a gesture of kindess
So the shelves don't stay empty for long

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Tw/body image

Shift the mindset, shift the weight
Convince the scale, slot your fingers between your ribs
Drum on your collarbone as you contemplate

It's not about you - it's me, always me
I don't care how you look
I want to look better

Better is accomplished in every faint heartbeat
Moments of fog, of weakness, of illness - puking, shaking
I drum on my collarbone harder
My new heartbeat

Wasting away everything but my day
Disgusted by everything but the way my spine bleeds through my skin

When do you quit?
Four stone, seven pounds
Or is that not a test?
Can my mind not conquer more?
They say if there is no god then I am my own god
Unlimited and unrestrained - I can't be held back by worldly ideals

I will know when my heart stops beating as I will no longer feel the drumming on my collarbone

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