I want the extras
Cheeky smile in the morning,
Black florals on your skin,
Tongue in my mouth that isn’t mine,
Hold me in your grace,
Sing deep silence in my neck, let it become moans you cherish,
Your voice flows in my blood, makes me an angel with no bones.
My mum said I was like Misery today
She meant Annie, because the weather was bad and I folded.
it’s not necessarily original to mix bottom with top, highs with dirty lows
low lifes mingling with the oh so holy
angels full of holes
“It’s all in your head.”
“Yep, just like everything else I experience.”
my body will one day feed the flies and in them perhaps my atoms will gain buzzing height