Where are you?I tried to feel your presence, God the wind bit at my wet cheeks and I sank into myself in the dark thick grass of the soccer field with the goal post and the stars suspended above me. I cried the whole way there and the whole way back and I cried while I lay on the ground and it rained.Where are you?
Corrugated Tin Facadei used to rush towards some imagined finish lineCorrugated Tin Facade
between child and adult,
shedding my virginity with eagerness and ingesting poisons in the image of my mother. now i am stained with nicotine,
a clumsy tin thing with chapped lips a loud, fake laugh and a sharp smile. blind rage. blind sorrow. i'll be seventeen this month and already the neon and the rust of this world and this small, tilted town are caked on my face like dirt or costume makeup.
Brain NoisesGot carried away with the pleasure of creating things trapped ourselves in a fish bowlBrain Noises
Untitled 2another empty night spent slouched on someone else’s sofa,Untitled 2
smoke curling from my nostrils. outside, a broad orange moon rests on yellow-red clouds and there are street lights placed evenly apart
on either side of the concrete
forever in the dark.
remember, you used to keep me company.
I hope you have a very nice day! <3
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SPAM is an acronym that stands for Stupid Pathetic Annoying Messages. ಠ_ಠ
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your writing has a really interesting sense of wistfulness about it, really evocative... i like it.
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