By Em Doodles and Meej Douglas
obsessive slop sink cravings
Am I that horrible darkness?
through the slit, folded with pigsties
done bleeding
answer the phone
when you're fatigued for the taste
mostly of water
My hip skin won't feel the push of soil
I thought, from Japan slicing through
Smell of mildew Exposed organs cry in october
four years now that hangs from the Cigarettes with Metal Eyes
her name on a keychain made up of metal in my mouth
Except I can't
if you can
why am I so like whisky A long time bleeding failure.
Am I that horrible darkness?
through the slit, folded with pigsties
done bleeding
answer the phone
when you're fatigued for the taste
mostly of water
My hip skin won't feel the push of soil
I thought, from Japan slicing through
Smell of mildew Exposed organs cry in october
four years now that hangs from the Cigarettes with Metal Eyes
her name on a keychain made up of metal in my mouth
Except I can't
if you can
why am I so like whisky A long time bleeding failure.