A-Moonless-Night

dear someone, there are no funerals for the flesh no hospitals for the mind no curtains & no cremations for all our pretty words paradigm, you can't save every patient sweet, a corpse would warm your bed

I have heard that in 7 years every cell in your body is new & isn't it beautiful that it will be a body you have never touched but I know that when your brain cells die fall like ashes through your skull they stay dead & I can never scrap the memories out of their corpses

this is all real, realer than I'd like; my friends are ghosts passing through the skeleton of me. I am afraid of their words, trailing from their lips like wisps of smoke; I have secondhand self-esteem issues. and you, you are more handsome now than you ever were before I was blinded by the light. you hurt like I do and in a world of painkillers and existential numbness that is the fucking world, you hurt like I do and you try to shake it from your skin like a shiver. you look at me like I'm a natural disaster and I guess I'm shivering, too, but not for the same reason. I don't know how to live without wanting to die; you were supposed

You’re a big boy and Your match strike smell erects its damage pummels my throat passages, like a bad hit your pride is a fruitful punch disguised as a good inhale and i thought i wore my grown up pants here today look down to see my lusty libido belt tightened at the first notch, its a circus cut-off and you're a charming boy arresting our affair like that and still flaunting your jester-jewel around like a display case i will fucking rob you one day take those wimpy words from your garrulous mouth lick your bare begging tongue and ask, how do you like them apples? them sinful apples, Eve-boy i wonder about your muse this evening bo