18/12

comparable to
the Illiad, your constant
affection was the
root cause of my destruction
and my tormented esteem

\the female bubble
isn’t just the one that comes
with chewing gumballs
it is a social construct
that tells girls not to hate girls

because of you I
feel lost in my envious gaze
there is nothing like
begging for sleep just to be
free from my depressed tirade

pour bourbon down my
throat like a tourist would to
a body he does not
have the key to, nor does he
have a map to help him land

massacre

there was a girl who
lost the keys to her own head
she huffed and puffed like
the fucking three little pigs
she killed herself anyhow

her pretty body
lied on the strawberry lace
grass with a wad of
of cash in her iron fist
and her ID was missing

they found him crying
on a newspaper clipping
with the knife in his
suitcase that he’d brought to the
mortuary where they were

all they wanted was
to love and be loved in kind
there is danger in
those intense love affairs that
kill all caught in the whirlwind