Arquivos do autor:sabrinavviana

in a million yearswhen my daughter asks mewhy I take these little pillsI’m going to tell herthat when I was littlejust a little older than herI didn’t like the world very muchand I was so stubbornthat I made my own worldand I lived thereuntil I found outthat I couldn’t survive outsidenot anymore and when sheContinuar lendo “earthlings are meant for the earth”

me desdobro e me desfaço e me refaço e me redobro. a casa não tem mais gosto de casa e as pessoas não têm mais gosto algum daí tudo que sobra é esse amargo na boca de quem foi morder a fruta com a boca boa e desistiu na primeira mordida. estou como sempre estive:Continuar lendo “quantas vezes vou me refazer até não existir mais eu em mim”

Eram 4:15h quando eu me rendi a viver, então, desci com minha cachorra até o pátio porque ela parecia estar com sede. Lá eu me plantei, ao lado da piscina, me plantei como um poste. Não, poste não se planta. Me plantei como uma árvore. Mas árvores não se plantam, são plantadas por alguém eContinuar lendo “cabo de guerra”

you slithered your way to me and clenched your frail body around my ribs. I dissolved in your grip as you swallowed me whole.

at night I fall in love with you but I do not know who you are during the day the days that go on for entire lifetimes the days that are sweaty with air thick as the salt in the sea and the people empty as the footprints deep in the mud from the daysContinuar lendo “she ain’t getting her way”

My leg itches. It itches and itches and itches. It’s a deep itch, as if there’s something stuck so deep inside that I can’t scratch it out. My legs are pale and dry because they itch and itch and itch. All day and all night. It’s gotten worse in the last few days,. I gotContinuar lendo “A GODDAMN BREATH”

It burns.they’re burning,my lungsI’m just drowning in this seaI’m getting in too deepit’s hurting me.the mere thought of not seeing the surfacemakes thisso goddamn frightening it’s a mess of black and green and wetbut sometimes the sunlight flickersin the midst of this dense salty seaand honey, is it beautifulit’s this beautiful dirty grotesque masterpieceI couldn’tContinuar lendo “honey, I’m home”

it’s always one look,one day where I look in the mirror a littletoo longand then I looktoo closeat one of those spotsor scarsor lines.I usedto tryto tear them out. so I decided I would be beautifuland that this would be it.now, the girl in the mirror was confident,and free.she was on top of the goddamn world.sheContinuar lendo “I just want to make amends with the girl in the mirror”

I have been looking for you everywhereI have looked for you in artI have looked for you in wordsI have looked for you around my roomand in my bedand in the hallwaysas ifyou would simplymaterializein front of meI have looked for you exactly as a childlooks foran imaginary friendThis person I feelthis person I lookContinuar lendo “Four of Cups”