goldspirits:

all i want to do is stay home and wear a cute little apron and dress and clean the house and plant flowers and cook dinner and be choked out and slapped and called a slut while being sexually dominated by my partner is that too much to ask

(via trottoiretleciel)

I am Laura, she is mine I come out into green air I am looking to join the outside world it smells like eggs and sulfur In the beginning I could not see my face my face is growing like my faraway man’s eyes    I cannot stray from her again I am smelling    it always is    I do not bend I do not break    I recoil I am recoiling   someone is thrashing in the clouds in the way like my faraway man  there is no one to want me and call my name  my faraway man is pulled away from my face    with pretty blue eyes with pretty blue eyes     I make loud noises in the night  she goes into water and swims in the lines of my hands   it is a heavy thing   I want to fall into the sea my faraway man is floating in there the sea is the dripping green sky In the beginning the woman  were away from men and the men away from women   the sky rocks us and mix the men into the women and the women into the men that is when I lost my faraway man     I am translucent  I love his sweet smelling breathe of skin    she is outside going to a heavy thing she reminds me of something something I’m supposed to remember  a ghost of the loss of red heart, red hair, red clay puddle tears that showered her into something soft  there is water on her face     up on a little hill floating my faraway man smiles kisses onto my neck and drip down into the bottom of my feet in the soft dead moss I am standing in rain falling I cannot find my man I am not taken I am fallen make me into little pieces and save me for later I cannot stray from her again  Sleep short in the night     it is day night is day     I see her face which is mine she is laughing raindrops with white pointy teeth    teeth suck on salty small stones dipped in rain water I come up for air I am alone now I am her face  her face marks me into pieces   throwing my faraway man away I want to bite circles around her neck    collarbone glowing with hard raindrops from a face that is mine I see me swim away I reach for her I am loving my face and looking to join her I see her for a long time she couldn’t see me I am not dead like my faraway man he is gone his passion is gone now I love his pretty eyes which have gone to where the blue is with the grass down there I come out of green water and air her face is laughing at me but in the beginning I could not find her now the clouds are in the way I look hard I see her  face that is not taken I want to put her story next to mine and it is a heavy thing I am translucent I l cherish her  I cannot stray from her again I am Laura, she is mine.