Shake out that
tangled hair mess
Mangled knots that
were once white flowers
My favorite branches
are your firm limbs
The kind I climb into
like coming home
Like finding my feet
in liquid core
Screamcrying, “OW”
& “FUCK”
The world is
imploding!
Can melted streets
move you?
(as quickly as light
can travel)
Look at the sky bleed
Magnum searing off
horse skin
DEATH IS JUST SO
FUCKING SEXY
The smells of friends
dying and pissing themselves
And I’m just
imagining
You coming into me,
Like your dead earth
intersecting with my swollen sky
interesting turn around: "the kind I climb into like coming home / You coming into me." Really love the last line.
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