I want my love back.
I want my ghosts to possess my lungs - resuscitate my ancestors while I breath in laughter.
For the ball inside my throat to hurl fire - to make love to the sun
scare shadows
intimidate death and
offend darkworkers.
A love where God’s water breastfeeds me at the bottom of the ocean - baptising my blood and transforming my saliva into gold.
Love me. Want me. Find me.
Give, it, back.
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 5:17 PM UTC
I want my love back.
I want my ghosts to possess my lungs - resuscitate my ancestors while I breath in laughter.
For the ball inside my throat to hurl fire - to make love to the sun
scare shadows
intimidate death and
offend darkworkers.
A love where God’s water breastfeeds me at the bottom of the ocean - baptising my blood and transforming my saliva into gold.
Love me. Want me. Find me.
Give, it, back.
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