LYCEUM

I romanticise the fall Maybe I must crash And run my face across the pavement I need to hear What crosses my mind Before my mind splatters open To let the little scorpions crawl away I romanticise the fall But I'm always stuck thinking Where must I fall. Maybe somewhere near the isles I'd take one last look at this beautiful Earth The damp soil The roaring northern sea And then perhaps take the fall But maybe-- If I could see the isle maybe i never have to fall.

//TW: GORE// I can feel the growing child in my throat Deformed and desiccated Kicking my wind pipes and robbing my breath Made from the sins of my mothers empty words It grows and grows its limbs sharp and thorny It has life that my uterus pregnant with jealousy cuts open the walls and floods my insides. There's life growing inside my throat I want to impale it before it impales me But we are one and tangled A parasitic creature, breathing my share of oxygen. I feel strange