Darling,
I am a vessel full of ugly feelings trying to shine through a body of laceration and abrasion.
I am a vessel full of ugly feelings trying to shine through a body of laceration and abrasion.
I am a vessel full of ugly feelings trying to shine through a body of laceration and abrasion.
criminal is minimal. subliminal fear. but no one chooses to be abused. read or write, the system still fights them. all the classes doesn’t guarantee a pass, the system still fights them. humans in orange, the deputy has a gun. he says “son, you spun. you won’t feel the air for a very long time.” privacy? it’s all a crime. ask to pee, ask to breathe. but study, study, study, and there’s a chance you might get lucky…? small sucky toothbrushes and razors that need to be returned. like you already don’t have a life full of burns. trying to grow till it shows. waiting in the jail, all you can do is wait for your mail. that’s the outside. they ask you again if you’re human, remember that you are even while you’re fuming.
They milked the beauty out of her bones
And there was nothing left to drink.
Structures of skeletons of plans buried underneath maps tracing veins of blood lines,
Lonely ghosts, rambling families
Trembling hope haunted notes,
Shaking flatness, flatness, flatness,
Pulling the zipper, taking off the mask
There’s the shiny air to breathe
But she’s teething her seething feelings.
They milked the beauty out of her bones…
