council of GODS
you're not allowed to talk for the rest of the night
i'm a bored bag of bones and skin, being dragged by my own hand
and a stench that cousins moonlight with wind
peace and love and corpses and bugs pulled by harnessed toddlers
burrow burrow
into my pupil
and smile that degenerate slit on your face into splash-fucks and
scrreams and diplomatic resolutions