ibitmy nailsoff
praying mantis teeth
she smiles a while and hands me back the receipt
i walk out wringing my fingers in order not to scratch walls
and i dont scratch walls because i dont want to scathe the flower print paper
she put up+++
i wonder if her nails
were orange then.
today they are purple. sometimes i want. want
want all the afflictive emotions and i forget
toy baubles will not distract when i go back
on my promise as a woman to distract. contract
she has contractions, my stomach is full of crap.
periods set up in unecessary sentence structure, because
i enjoy* spicing it up. just a perspective that its not ok
to taxidermify your pet? is it just a perspective it is not ok to sleep with your dead pet>>
j.k omg. it is not wasting tim e or kill ing time when its a steady trek towards death.
i found when i let the ocean swell the brain my image of her room paid bills undertowed by the lucinda tsunami and i cry wonderfully in appreciation of destructions fragile dancing hope
but this angel has strings and i am caught instrings of an angel anangel orchestral hand clutching reason i assigned to images caught in a religious fervor of an abandoned morning star. let me back . but that blue nailed lady sec re tary at the gate said name not on the plate there s no room no room for you at our table. no bread or wine no flesh for you to consume this time
she smiles a while and hands me back the receipt
i walk out wringing my fingers in order not to scratch walls
and i dont scratch walls because i dont want to scathe the flower print paper
she put up+++
i wonder if her nails
were orange then.
today they are purple. sometimes i want. want
want all the afflictive emotions and i forget
toy baubles will not distract when i go back
on my promise as a woman to distract. contract
she has contractions, my stomach is full of crap.
periods set up in unecessary sentence structure, because
i enjoy* spicing it up. just a perspective that its not ok
to taxidermify your pet? is it just a perspective it is not ok to sleep with your dead pet>>
j.k omg. it is not wasting tim e or kill ing time when its a steady trek towards death.
i found when i let the ocean swell the brain my image of her room paid bills undertowed by the lucinda tsunami and i cry wonderfully in appreciation of destructions fragile dancing hope
but this angel has strings and i am caught instrings of an angel anangel orchestral hand clutching reason i assigned to images caught in a religious fervor of an abandoned morning star. let me back . but that blue nailed lady sec re tary at the gate said name not on the plate there s no room no room for you at our table. no bread or wine no flesh for you to consume this time