I lie on a bed made of ash My body rests precariously Acupuncture Cigarette butts Nicotine gently sways Into… Read more “I Don’t Send My Heart On Adventures Anymore”
I feel worse than that night. I’m pining for that cigarette, the first one I ever smoked. I’m in that tunnel again. No reception, no one cares.… Read more “I feel worse than you”
There was a death recently And what do you care about life? Actually, there were two Both of them water-related. Think bloated green stomachs. Just another individual… Read more “Pretend that I don’t even exist.”
The room was a vacuum of white static. A giant corridor in a hospital except without the smell of disinfectant; it smelt more like a perfume counter of a department store. This is the beginning of your new life.
This blood is like Dasani, it’s salty and meant for you.
The tongue summons forth the goddess of Serotonin.
Blue-ringed skin, stubbed of afternoon love-making.
“If there is flesh, let me have a light…”
“I love your fucked-up-ness, ” I said to her, handing the joint I had exhaled.
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