I feel stupid that I’ve cried all day about this car. But, fuck.
I feel stupid that I’ve cried all day about this car. But, fuck.
Turns so elegantly into
“You grind your teeth at night”
The words
Echoed in my mouth
Like a hymn on Sunday morning
Mastication
Tearing
Pulling
Quiet the act of living
By shutting the mouth of those
Who hunger
Turns so elegantly into
“You grind your teeth at night”
The words
Echoed in my mouth
Like a hymn on Sunday morning
Mastication
Tearing
Pulling
Quiet the act of living
By shutting the mouth of those
Who hunger