falling into an abyss between my growling stomach and the sweat on my neck
into where my eyelashes are replaced by blackened teeth
the neon chemical fruit smell of raspberry hair dye and johnny cash i never think anything through or maybe i do i just chose to keep my thoughts silent and lie about them later
if i could wish for one improvement upon my wardrobe i would wish for my father to stop rattling on about the way jeans never used to come pre-faded and how work was the only way you added holes to knees
just when i like the way things are going when it comes to my past is just when i am forced to relive everything i ever hated
it's not purple let me tell you something it's not purple i'm not repeating pink it is raspberry get it right.