picnics by B E Cults

Jul 2021

picnics

fire watch,
wasp in a wine bottle;
I'm dying to stop thinking
of dying in your head.

I'm fine.
I'm not.
I'm lost.
I'm dead.
its wonderful.

time stops,
curtains pulled.

Written by

B E Cults 30/M/hendersonville tn

(30/M/hendersonville tn)

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