the magnified, mascara applied
eyes of my skull
burn holes in my thighs
mulling over the size of this hull
i chunder my lunch and wonder of
everyone else
and if they're also laser beaming love
into themselves
or if they're boundlessly born with it
unstained smiles, strained bites
maybe they're just born with it
no pained bile or insatiable appetites
either way, i hardly
can infer
if my stomach is
half empty
or half full
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 11:08 PM UTC
the magnified, mascara applied
eyes of my skull
burn holes in my thighs
mulling over the size of this hull
i chunder my lunch and wonder of
everyone else
and if they're also laser beaming love
into themselves
or if they're boundlessly born with it
unstained smiles, strained bites
maybe they're just born with it
no pained bile or insatiable appetites
either way, i hardly
can infer
if my stomach is
half empty
or half full
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