i am nobody’s son
love without love
is a sin
and mostly sin
is a little thing
that grows
and procreates
and separates
like cells
like infected cells
spreading through
generations
she chews gravel
so every sound
aches for
absolution
and when I hear her
i want to
feel my
deepest aches
i want to
feel my hardest
separations
i want to be
disconnected
from everything
i am doll parts
bent arms
bent legs
tangled hair
a plastic smile
painted in
pretty pink
to create
full luscious lips
I am love without love
i am an
interchangeable
sexless torso
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 11:27 PM UTC
i am nobody’s son
love without love
is a sin
and mostly sin
is a little thing
that grows
and procreates
and separates
like cells
like infected cells
spreading through
generations
she chews gravel
so every sound
aches for
absolution
and when I hear her
i want to
feel my
deepest aches
i want to
feel my hardest
separations
i want to be
disconnected
from everything
i am doll parts
bent arms
bent legs
tangled hair
a plastic smile
painted in
pretty pink
to create
full luscious lips
I am love without love
i am an
interchangeable
sexless torso
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