syndi : Writing

my breasts

my breasts

A Poem by syndi


my breasts carry weight.like when you want to show someonehow strong you are so youpick up the heaviest thing sitting therei don’t need to do th..
Falling

Falling

A Story by syndi


EVEN BEFORE IT happened, I knew I shouldn't have done it. I remember the cracked ceiling. I remember thinking it was going to fall on top of me if I ..
the walk

the walk

A Poem by syndi


it takes only a few stepsfrom any table, to any bathroomand i, once again,move from sitting on my thighs to my knees.when i think about the human hand..
doom

doom

A Poem by syndi


doom isnot waking up fromawakeness. it is barelyreaching the exitand not knowingwhere to go after.
growing

growing

A Poem by syndi


heavy rain sinking into dirt whileit helps the trees grow is a metaphorbegging to speak the words thatthis can be me.
cliche

cliche

A Poem by syndi


i always hear that everything endsbut i never hear anyonesay thateverything begins.
let it go

let it go

A Poem by syndi


they say let it golike it didn’t stick to me firstlike it isn’t the onewho decides.
time

time

A Poem by syndi


as endless as time isthere is no room for me.time is waiting for mealways.
3 am

3 am

A Poem by syndi


lights inside have vanished withhuman consciousness.the sky does not knowof sunlight anymore andi do not know of speaking anymore.in the daytime i mis..
my dead body sits in a freezer all day

my dead body sits in a freezer all day

A Poem by syndi


my dead body sits in a freezer all dayclose enough to hear the breathing bodies outside the doorit does not sleepnor does the heart beat, the lungs do..