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why am i an emotionally suffering but self-centered and laughably angsty 20th century dudebro writer except that im a lesbian woman and i chug coffee ..
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and thoughts come again vision of sharpened steel piercing flesh slicing open neatly and i shudder as i see it but i brush my fingers over the skin on..
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rain descendsartist washes the canvas in greya moving curtainbefore green trees and pale skya flickering, a glimmeringleaves dip under infinitesimal w..
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servant come hitherand quaff from the most bitter cupcut open your skinpeel it awayand reveal yourselfbones, blood, dripping flesh.crack open your sku..
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I went down to the schoolyard today, rode my bike with no helmet and earbuds in, my own pathetic imitation of recklessness. I went down to the schooly..
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look out at the steady rainwash down prozac with third cup of coffeesaturday morning - afternoon by nowroll the bitterness on your tonguefaded green f..
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11:18 pm, bus trundlescool air on face, fatiguesets in, slightnausea(three square meals today, imagine)wind smells of freshwaterand then suddenly ofhi..
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silent dark
a low hum from behind the wall
as if someone sings to themselves
cool breeze from window
sheets wrinkled, weeks old
like rote sink ..
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