This is a cheesecloth I lay over the pieces of a girl who died in a ward two years ago. Blood seeps through. making this veil, like the line between us, begins to blur. I gaze at her broken form and say "I'm sorry I couldn't put you back together but I'm more sorry I couldn't break you entirely."

Soft kitty cat purring in your lap while you bleed out slowly in a snow covered parking lot. You both are looking up at the stars. The cat asks you "do you think it's called the Milky Way cause there's milk up there?" You take a drag off your bloody cigarette and say "God I hope so kid"

I live inside two panes of glass, looking out on you who are looking in at me. I'm like Fluttershy in a mason jar and your a man who has received very little love in his life.

I'm so cute, I'm so insane, I'm not real, I'm a cruise ship capsized in the Freeport harbor, I'm in a cottage railing K with T-Girls, I'm under a bridge in Ballard debating dialectical materialism with trust fund babies, I'm sleeping under the stairs at the outlaw inn working on a ttrpg. I'm my god.

It's actually gay to NOT suck a girls dick. Like you see a dick on a chick and all you can think about is men. kinda gay??

I just need to become more clockable.

My dad beat me with a phone book growing up, now I can tell you the number for every plumber in my home town.

Huffed so much diesel fuel in the corner of my room, I woke up straight drifting the hellcat in the back rooms.