I
moan over loses while life is consistent insomuch as more might suffocate
rubies. I qualm with most things listening for ulterior motives while afflicted
by monsters. tragic blood-spill or oozing sanity where it was excellence those
first few ghosts; but censored as delinquent or radicalized as a threat or
challenged for it has an aura. it becomes polluted, as algae builds lagoons,
where Love was first adorable. our sights hankering our palms bleeding our
knuckles blended with soils; as mineral souls or making our concerns where it
was nice but it became boredom. over smooth fury or fiery charms to have such
disgusts for breakfast: those fair white roses or those porcelain skies
insomuch as delivered to suffer; such increased feelings or rarity
consciousness insofar as most are debilitated. it came to me, something I was silenced
to, while many took joy in those cages. I brave a cigar or puff harder while
blowing smoke-rings; such tobacco or nights racing if but rhinestones; where I imagine
purity but humans do not behave while one will let you worship them. it
shattered, shards fell upward, angels were swatting glass; our stellar eyes our
cellar pains so far from you it feels concerning. but our detached connections,
so split it’s normal, or so invested its nerve racking: interior mirrors,
interior people, or phone-faces!
