read poetry while high

Double fuck

hit with some starry metaphor like a hammer smash

can taste the iron of proxima's atmosphere

tangy on a tongue like steak was slapped.

In jest I speak but truly sweet holy fuck

when those twisted sibilant sentences scathe and scrape around the cranial pits.







◄ Modernity

Fuck me eyes. ►


Rose Casserley

Fri 3rd Aug 2018 20:59

gotcha! these are times when you CAN weave nets to catch the wind.

(she pours she ignites)

Rose ?

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