oh darling
words are launching pads, mistakes, pieces of god. i catch a moth between my thumb and my index finger, rub and turn life into dust. everything that matters is forgotten. fuck your drama, but read mine, precious movie star. im going to bathe in this black tar and sunlight until i dry, my corspe will harden, my vulnerablity will be lost inside pockets of stale, immortal air. i will yawn on the phone, i will mold language until it fits the inside of my mouth, throat, grooves on my tongue, i will talk in the first person until so many people start talking about me that my voice drowns in a sea of cliches and recognizable phrases.
sarcasm
lilting voices singing SO
(i hope its comforting that your not as special as you think you are.
its a comfort for me.) <3 jessica
sarcasm
lilting voices singing SO
(i hope its comforting that your not as special as you think you are.
its a comfort for me.) <3 jessica