LoveThat’sNever beenTasted Is [Probably]Still Delicious. Meanwhile, You can: Pass theBottle BackAndForth, MaybePierce theCork; Even, [light gasp]Open it.. ..For aLittle. Enjoy your SweetA-roma LikeIt’s theOnly thingYou have. Share Your EmptyGlasses. Make aToast to Sobriety From each Other; Forever Drinking your a-part. Continue reading Like a Fine Wine
my lips, cuticles, the insides of my cheeks, the callous on my left middle finger where pencils and pens made their mark on me. the self-harm is a hobby of mine. on particularly bad lapses of time [like now] these fingers dress in band-aids, my lips layered potholes from frantic nibbled tears; at night i lie awake afraid to know the aftermath of what drink … Continue reading I’ve been Biting
Oiseaux Words 