9 underworlds and 13 heavens — crossing — a daily threshold — dreams and — waking is vviolent or is that just me ripped from the womb — beverages and lists — splitting cuticles and chemically pristine eyelashes — promised quick castration — apparent potential tomo may not be as pretty as today sometimes Accurately expressing — crawling through dryer lint maybe vomiting a brick — or is that just me? Sticky fingers on a phone case I want you to know you made me uncomfortable Being vulnerable is a form —OUTSIDE CITY
Package perform Shrink-wrapped personaBest BYcandy loreLAying behind, LYING UNDERWe are notToo highToo lostbut Glimpsing through the cracks
Botox and Hard Water
got home rn eating gummy worms the trolli berry ones i knooow
Time lumps ontoitself, atraffic pile up of circumstancegbyeee
Harsh combo or is that just me
And bloated and caressed and guilty These daunting objects do or do not require velocity
Attempting a clean image
Scanning
Attempting a clean image
Instead it’s all industrially lubricated gloves fumbling for the light switch
In the dark
Anywhere but
Attempting a clean image
Clicking
Hollow as I follow suit
Attempting a clean image
Entranced with plans
Attempting a clean image
Consequences run ripe
Attempting a clean image
Fun dip awry
Aging like fine wine or dying star
Entranced by the workings — “CALL IT QUITS”
<3 nestled in palm <3
unprompted by these petty queries She’ll want to play tonight, like she always does. A most consistent species. They say if a dog’s recall is 80% then they’re doing a good job Good girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m trying to step out of my own way.
Intimacy feels guilty or is that just meWhen i like something i want more of it to like even morequiet panic tinge —
Stinging Starlets
STAINED GLITTER
FALL IN LINE
I’ll crave it endlessly engaged; showered with messages of praise; fantastic epiphanies and wholly dreamy notifications; breathlessly without fail approached with dramatically positive opportunities; somehow waltzed into marvelously grand life-altering events
The urge to do other people’s jobs
Most days aren’t like that tho
Hours in Bed. Not Sleeping. Obsessing Over Minutiae.
red slice of conjunctiva
How boring
To pepper the infinite with concerns
How boring
Scattered narratives, splayed figurines, rapid birthing
You could just as easily break your neck falling down the stairs
Loss of gravity How boring How boring
