curled over a porcelain mouth, i let my dinner fall out.
it's 9:33 p.m. and i think about saturday,
when rain hit the pavement like firecrackers,
the sky darker than the shadows behind the shower curtain.
i know there's a spider burrowed between those plastic folds.
funny thing about deep spaces; they feel better
when they're stuffed full. i think about how your fingertips
made my skin feel soft and breakable, how your tongue was warm,
about how my legs wouldn't stop shaking and you laughed, whispering,
"you okay?"
well, there's this experience known as an aftershock.
hands clutching cold tile,
here lie the deep-seated sins
of the hollow-hearted youth,
of the kids who lie
alone
with clammy hands
and half-mast eyes
gripped by late night desires
and words carved into tabletops,
words telling of
wet cold sheets
and
wet hot limbs:
here lie the unspoken truths
of the insignificants,
of the ones who sit
lonely
on mattress edges
and hard floors
while their mouths hang open
and their tongues dry out.
My name is Tash and I am a 17 year old born in captivity in Auckland, New Zealand where I also currently reside. I am having a love affair with the colour grey.
derpderpderp this watercolour of a boy I did on tinychat last night. While drinking champagne & raro & gin. Tumblr is so forgiving. Indian ink hates me. Autry sings. Oh hello empty deviantart page.
This is my new account, no need to know my old one, no need to tell the people who followed my last one that I'm starting anew. I'm just enjoying the anonymity and emptiness of this.
I've uploaded two photos from the end of last year but from now on I pledge to post new art and photos starting tomorrow. I have a comic I did that I'll probably put up maybe along with another piece.
i also like the one where you can see your reflection. okay. personally. i think you should take more photos of yourself. that would make my blogging job much easier.