wait for the lights to go out.
let your weak eyes surface.
the glow simmers searingly across the edges.
trade up, this repetition is a slug.
slowly
terribly
making
its
way
down
your
pretty little, weak little, spine.
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
what it wants
fear.
consistency.
structure/foundation.
a face I never get sick of looking at.
Patience, with understanding.
Intrigue.
a push.
consistency.
structure/foundation.
a face I never get sick of looking at.
Patience, with understanding.
Intrigue.
a push.
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