there is a certain comfort in the shape of his soft lips,
in the way his bones crack while we lay together,
in the way his eyes radiate

there's this poison that has settled into my baby bones,
splattering fat bruises on my pale skin

there is a certain comfort in the ringing in my skull,
like the long lost school bell of my younger days,
the days of Easter eggs and milky ways

there's this beautiful boy in my arms,
one who smells like rain and laughs like lightning

she chokes on gun powder
and then she wonders why
her heart hurts and her
throat burns? Was it fun
deep ******* the gun
when the bullets were too
silver for your animalistic heart?

Come on
and let her ******* you,
I hope the acid burns
so then I can laugh,
                                                        she will never ******* like I do