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Apr 2015
I’m looking for fossils on my skin for the people who have once touched me
Sometimes I hug myself and feel like a stranger
My bruises match the violet colored sky you used kissed me under
press honeysuckle sunlight and rosewater into my wounds
I woke up ****** with a cherry pit in my mouth
I’m sorry I’m so hard to love
I’m an angel who’s body you mutilated by your honeyed words
your kisses feel like hell but your body feels like heaven
lift up my skirt and I’ll show you where the moonlight stained me
skull **** me on the floors of an abandoned house with pink wallpaper
it rains so much in my heart it began to grow spores
touch me on my stained bed covers while your on speed
dig through my chest cavity and pull out all the weeds
love *** depression illness
Abigail Willow
Written by
Abigail Willow
750
   ---, Arlo Disarray, Azaria and JAM
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