Praise my pillowcases and her shoulderblades
which carry my horrors so soundlessly
Press kisses to the mouths of ghosts that sing
and the lullabies I swallow like prozac
and bless you, angel, who told me I was Holy
and I told you I was God
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
Praise my pillowcases and her shoulderblades
which carry my horrors so soundlessly
Press kisses to the mouths of ghosts that sing
and the lullabies I swallow like prozac
and bless you, angel, who told me I was Holy
and I told you I was God
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