Books spilled in chaos on the floor
We consider the things we must live without
They’ve gone the way of turtle doves and french hens
They’ll stand against the hunters before god
Leaving you free to breath and nurture and travel
Mostly unknown
Beautiful things I shouldn’t see, shouldn’t but do
Termites in the balistrade
We’re blurry now, less seperate than shared
He rips my shirt sleeves
I could not see you through my telescope
If Peter’s eyes revered his wife and not himself
Cutthroats red dash
Dressed to kill the bad man fast
By early light I am asleep in a nightmare
The room with no moon is perfectly dark
These odd numbers muttering under their breath
You rush beside me
I can’t request
I can’t think clear
I can’t understand
I can’t comprehend the damage my mind has taken
What has become of my true self
You have the last say, you shall decide
I must wait for happiness
As some optimists would say
soon the trenches and graves will green over
Smooth jazz at your fingertips
I’m happy that gravity is spherical
to me gravity is a forcefeild
Your skull is the thickest part of your existence
most would notice,
but I notice the dust
and the match with no sulfur at the tip, unstruck
so no fireworks
There is no tie on this universal rug
I smoked marijuana for the first time with a thirteen year old boy
my eyes are olive against red lines
the sting caused my breath to rise
I could see that everything around me was inviting me to grow
#aesthetic
The aroma that pierces the warm earth
blessed are those who have fun with themselves
And then I went like that and the lady freaked out
chill
After hours
you soon will slowly die inside
thoughts of falling hopes
thoughts of her filled your head
by Sierra Bennett and Daisy Allred
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