(no subject)

[noonelovesyou]

still I can't dismiss the heaviness you left in my skin
?can you smell burning flesh indignation
up through my veins and in your
throat leaving my liver rotting with not much left to go

and in the ashpit somewhere there's a package of us
anemone in urban filth caressing the twilight
an accelerated biohazard discarded by sun's alight
only to be sullied by skin marrow and blood