Objects, so attached
what did you do?!
I hear a voice yelling
in the darkness
forward always
forward
Faces cannabilizing their own cheeks
leaking and reeking
left in the sun
roadkill
Silently we confide our little secrets
words secreted
like pus
spider bites
Cherries bright and bitter
why do I only feel
comfortable
talking to you
Call in September, I remember
but I dont
think there will be
much changing
I was one laning and you took a sharp left out of my life
Don't even know how to say sorry anymore
But here I am