black moldA Poem by kitty bluri'm not sure how many different ways i can write about the same demigod
the thing is that i'm sitting here on the kitchen counter
trying to determine the easiest and very best way to sugarcoat a corpse and make it look attractive let's talk about the slipknots u skillfully twisted into my hair or the way my cherry tongue is tied to u like a noose instead of addressing the eternity growing between us like unruly vines or black mold remember how i sucked on yr fingers and yr icarus wings it's arbitrary info now but u tasted like ripe fruit because i was high and u have a way of making me adore u and adorn u with baby fallacies and blackberries i should really do something about the scent of yr sweat on the bro tank that i borrowed but also i shouldn't do anything because like how else will i remember the details of yr wicked flesh when i'm not pulling it around myself like an afghan i used to mourn in the morning pretty much daily now i just flinch at the sight of white cars or any german-manufactured vehicle i want to believe that u were simply a mirage that i put a name to but u were more like a mental scab that i kept picking at until it bled that triumphant mercury that pulled me back into u
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Added on May 31, 2016Last Updated on May 31, 2016 Tags: catharsis, memories, bittersweet, high, fruit Authorkitty blurCAAbouti could be a symphony or an angel or a blade of grass i don't like using punctuation because i feel like if my brain was it's own person with its own keyboard and its own agenda, it wouldn't worry .. more..Writing
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