Sparkling and mind-numbed The body sings with static
And begs you to move.
What is this except
An animal mind seeking
Pleasure, all it knows.
Imbibing compounds
To make the filthy feel clean
And the dark, pristine.
You are the ghost in my attic. My family is convinced that you mean me no harm. Maybe even that you're like fae And I should leave you...
The other half of me craves nature, Turns up their nose at the grey Minnesota spring. But me, I'm happy with the patchwork The swathes of...
You beautiful little saviors Scored down the middle like sourdough loaves Tempering the storm that brews in my brain Composing brash...
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