rip ||instant gratification||
something is scraping up the inside of my ribcage tapping the bone for maple syrup seeping out a brown glossy shimmering nectar […]
guess it must be autumn again
at times the evenings feel like acid wash decay, personal microcosms with windows sealed shut and the incessant patter of rain like […]
Google tells me I’m dying
the arch of my foot hurts Google tells me I’m dying my poetry’s getting worse it’s like I’m not even trying it’s […]