I always become
Nostalgic
When I'm deep into the bowels
Of nature.
At first I thought
It was Camp Wildwood
Coming back to me --
Capture the Flag --
My crush and I, Sarah,
In the woods alone
Using inside-jokes and "strategy"
As a knife
For the tension
Swelling up inside of us
a forbidden bloom that never was --
But it isn't that.
It's the genes inside of me
Ancient ones
Deep Prehistoric spindles lit
Crimson tooth claws laws
Of an order
With no defined border
Knuckles whitened ***** firing
Mounting and
Muscling out the moral
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
I always become
Nostalgic
When I'm deep into the bowels
Of nature.
At first I thought
It was Camp Wildwood
Coming back to me --
Capture the Flag --
My crush and I, Sarah,
In the woods alone
Using inside-jokes and "strategy"
As a knife
For the tension
Swelling up inside of us
a forbidden bloom that never was --
But it isn't that.
It's the genes inside of me
Ancient ones
Deep Prehistoric spindles lit
Crimson tooth claws laws
Of an order
With no defined border
Knuckles whitened ***** firing
Mounting and
Muscling out the moral
