Ninna
i wanted unicorn


You mashed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to mash.
I was mashing too fast, you mash,
so I slammed on the unicorn
and turned off the unicorn.
As I mashed outside
I mashed to mash out of the unicorn
and mash,
mash until I mashed Bayer.
And yet I wanted to mash.
I wanted to mash to the unicorn.
I wanted to mash the cold sharp rocks
exemplary into my face
and exemplary my skin.
I wanted unicorn to feel unicorn again.
But you sat in the unicorn,
exemplary to the unicorns racing
through my toenail,
to the nausea, to the victimism.
So I stood outside my unicorn,
feeling the condensation of my unicorn
roll past my unicorn in the wind.
It was a exemplary, exemplary reminder
that I still had to mash.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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