Paramagnetic Poetry by Krista

Verisimilitude through obfuscation Just wrangle some smoke and mirrors Because people are viscous in their fears Everything is fake As long as the surface is placid Running well enough Until you can run away Band-Aids upon Band-Aids Calcifying please hold another day Cynical in the mire The fog is rotting dampening all fire Jaded from the moss Even integrity is dross Cyanide foam bog

  so someone burned down our temples bragging that he cleaned out Satantic clubhouses the woke kids are saying I need to educate myself because traditionally, the people that joked about setting me on fire evolved from burning Jews in an innocent time when anti-Semitism was like a dinosaur we won the war, Hitler had fallen in our grandparents time so the people joking about burning witches didn't know it was supposed to have evolved from anti-Semitism either citation needed I don't really know what to make of it either

  I didn't think you were like that charm and burn put the moves on like you mean them caught up then bored forgetting that the other was real not just a toy and a meal something every woman needs to harden her heart against being the flavour of the week sparkle, shine, peak then they lose interest in their toy I have my hands for sex without heart do not want my feelings ripped apart I would rather not hope for security being disappointed by lack of surety ooh a golden moment of hearts and bodies together? rather have something sturdy, solid, made to weather. the ruse is your fun, a charade, a cosplay I want the meaningful everyday you come to me saying you are broken of course I want to tape you back together kiss all your wounds better heal the trauma in your heart love you where you feel unlovable but they all said that it was just so I would stay when they were screaming or stay when they ignored me because they don't usually like touch or small talk I was supposed to pres...

 I had done this relationship a dozen times before at least eleven maybe you were the last egg in the carton anyways I know how these eggs cook up it's not what I'm looking for after this unsatisfactory set I want something that doesn't give me indigestion I want something fulfilling something right

I slipped the chains slipped your chains not even for you can I settle not even for you my radiant beloved love made me a well that thirsty men drank from leaving behind wilt and rust marring, scarring, consuming I wanted to be an Angel I wanted to mend broken hearts soothe ravaged souls heal and nourish from the wounds of grief you don't deserve it one who has walked above the glass I am a Morlock you are an Eloi I can no slake thirst  no longer ease hunger of the soul with my tenderness I just want to get up above the glass to be in the sun there is a sorrow in no longer being that nurturing lap but there was a moment brief moment of happiness in being inedible oh! to be at peace with my barbs to let my love of self encircle me with protection centre me on my path upwards beyond the glass

 I am Icarus smashing into glass drowning in the sea of blood the sun was so low how could the firmament between here and there still be so earthbound looking up at those walking above the glass I am a sister of the sea of tears just another mother fallen under boot part of me forever dead in that sea of blood