we've got bullets in our teeth & we're never gonna stop

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by karmauh

by karmauh

i. you'll fall;
we all do
eventually

ii. golden moon.

iii. like how all the stars go away
&
fade into ash &
dust
and
all that sparkly shit
in between

iv. teeth like
diamonds
& lips like
ambrosia;
chit chat of wedding dresses and homicide

v. and you'll understand,
darling.

vi. i think it's
kind of silly
how sad
you got to be―
―and i think it's sad
how miserable we
really are
under all our
GOLDEN-LIPS-&-COLD-TEETH-SMILE.
like it's all some
slicked back nightmare

vii. we've got sunshine
   in our mouths and
   poison on our
   tongues

viii. beware
beware
for i
am
here
(and i
will never
dis-a-ppear).

ix. color me
in ink
& paint
so i can be every
pretty little thing
you've
painted in that
room of yours
the one
i love so―

do you think you'll
let me in
if i knocked?
   one, two, three, four
   (won't you please
   open the door?)

x. we
are something
you
could only
dream of.

xi. you've got something
in your
mouth
and it looks
like
spite.

xii. take breathe &
let it
go!
past the hills
(to /&/ fro)

xiii. your mouth
is so bitter
and sweet
like cherry
wine.

xiv.
Q: '¿como estas? / horrendous, right?"
R: 'no bueno / quite horrible, actually."

xv. i've damned all the stars
to watching your glow.

xvi. darling, i can see you behind me in that
silly
2x4 mirror.

xvii. it's (it is)
your (n. possessive / YOU'RE - you are)
funeral (ˈfyo͞on(ə)rəl/n.
the ceremonies honoring a dead person, typically involving burial or cremation.)
DARLING [ ie. | term of endearment ]

xviii. it's a beautiful,
bitter,
ugly,
look on you. i've always said
you look
awful
in green.

xix. babe i'm going away now, forever —

— maybe

xx. honey-dipped horizons
smell like sulfur and
taste like
arsenic.

xxi. we'll rule the world
( you + i )!!

xxii. all the lonelies and
all the lovelies
in this god-awful
hellhole of
ours.

xxiii.
and all of the night
could not love you
as much
as i do.

xxiv. oh.

xxv. i'll fuck myself over
if you make the guilt turn to
nothing,
please,
if you'd only be so kind.

xxvi. bloody knuckles
   & black eyes
   & teeth that bite like ice
   & sulfur.

xxvii. my skin'll turn
black
like volcano ash sputtered
over
salted soil
if i stay with you,
love

xxviii.
the grass is greener
anyplace when you hate
the fucking sun―
(and the stars all
look black on the ground, anyway.)

xxix. i made a wish
on dandelion
fuzz.

xxx. oh babe, you're gone.