Image of me that’s not me with my name at the top. She passes it over. This belongs to you, take it and put it in your pocket, make sure it’s handy and clear to see, this beautiful ticket scribed in gold, comfort laid on thick like jam.
When an uncomfortable gaze notices the bruise on your neck or the darkness in your eyes.
Or the cadaver between your legs.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
Image of me that’s not me with my name at the top. She passes it over. This belongs to you, take it and put it in your pocket, make sure it’s handy and clear to see, this beautiful ticket scribed in gold, comfort laid on thick like jam.
When an uncomfortable gaze notices the bruise on your neck or the darkness in your eyes.
Or the cadaver between your legs.