Perched by the sea wreck next to the fallen kite she stills.
Her accomplice applies lipstick to her chapped lips before they both stop screaming.

Hey u, wat do ya wanna be when ur older?
- God.

It's too late,
We can’t talk anymore, everything is nostalgic.
You’ve changed.
I’ve now hated you too much.

The hate overpowers your emotional concoctions.
Your drudgery of drugs are dead and used cells in me.
My head doesn’t drool for your highs and low presence.
I just don’t get a kick out of you anymore.
Ur needle’s been dumped.
I’ve become a heavyweight.
U loser.

Heaven is on fire.
I watch my handy work alongside eyes that inspire.
The sparks light the end of my cigarette.
I want to incinerate very last regret.
Take my indifference, I don’t feel to ****
Give me your sins
Heaven is on fire
Heaven is in flames.

Let the creative process consume you.
I am drunk.
My rings are sick.
I can’t write while intoxicated.
Heaven is on fire.

Her not-so-distant wish was to preform. She wished she had the dedication to practise. She wished she had the confidence to get up. But she can’t move, she can’t sit up, she can’t feel her fingers, she can’t control her mouth, she just can’t ok.

Crooked nose meets a saddening smile. Eyes dart from one blackhead to the next. Pores overflowing, oily skin peeling. Focused back onto untamed brows. Bizarre ears stick out of limp cheekbones. Hairy double-chin pokes out in an acne-ridden frenzy. Look too hard at a mirror and you’ll go blind.