the wilderness is violent, and chaotic and vapid fireworks crackle in the golden brown sky i don’t want to kiss in a busted-up mustang with a cracked windshield don’t want to bathe in beer or get drunk in love unless you want to carve your name on my chest leave me hanging on the drywall in your bedroom or leave me outstretched in the dessert left to my own vices the heated sun burning marks on my body
from the day we became mirages of our inner selves and our demons fought in ****** battles that ended in calamity, we have hid each other in line breaks and kingdoms
the rising sun the single witness of our togetherness and of the blisters on my chest from the tattoos you engraved on the foreign body of mine that didn’t give you the consent
i haven’t been wronged enough to be super passionate about writing hehe. anyway, it’s almost Christmas, the best time of the year. enjoy this piece