gonna grip a gd ice cube all tight
to self-harm w/o leaving scarsies, to
ditch a style, ride a cowboy,
to yikes yr way to the top, earn me a brand
new “no use to me dead”-claim-away,
or even j a plain free day,
to ease these attention-rapt handsies
thieve me, baby
(collect my gore
to unlock new features)!
this is me being sensual!
invoice me through the sweet
night, my love
(yr cadence-tells leave me
(so out in the summer glow)
i loose scabs like coats!
brusque ire runs deep
in this amiable desert!
there is literally no difference between my body & tinder[dot]com
kindling some wall-pressings-for
my dearest resident blood-ghost™,
i.e. my newfound razor burns amend
an already faded home-having,
& now my say-what-you-will-s are
either all calcified or rusted, becoming
the cutest lil object on television, the
ragged roadmaps i swear i have not
kissed so, sleep less now;
i promise i will not make a sound--
c o f f i n m e , d a d d y
in Flea’s arms