Yell into my mouth the instructions for caramel,
please mishka,
my insides don't feel sweet, they're bottles of painkillers eaten with a raw hunger swelling and grazing all my skin. I feel pretty with you
and entirely worthwhile
but here
and here and here
I still hurt.
Your loveliness was never warm ginger in my stomach, it was the lily scent
to cover my decay.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
Yell into my mouth the instructions for caramel,
please mishka,
my insides don't feel sweet, they're bottles of painkillers eaten with a raw hunger swelling and grazing all my skin. I feel pretty with you
and entirely worthwhile
but here
and here and here
I still hurt.
Your loveliness was never warm ginger in my stomach, it was the lily scent
to cover my decay.
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