there is a horrid creature underneath my girlish flesh

will my flag
Flop, over without me.
Fly on my fly
Over the American soup

darkness is engraved on your tongue already, and you breath nothing but lonely nights

i commit jesteratrocities of the flesh to get away

I folded myself into a star and got pinned with feathers and tar to the sky

I merely perceive of myself as having been freed or silenced.

i am brave for deciding to risk stopping surviving in the name of thriving

I denied his access to me. I was the more deceived.

Ophelia Mutation

there is no west left to find. go wester in discovery.

ten breaths for one cigarette. twenty times in and out and nothing said. nothing said times twenty is a small world