you hold my hand under the
yellow light of a baptist church
praying to no god:
narcotics anonymous.
you introduce me but it doesn't feel like i'm yours
our clasped hands break apart as
another marlbolo black sneaks
between your lips.
murmured conversations
secret promises
drift back and forth:
and my apparition
waits in the tepid
night.
i shift back and forth
through the golden amber haze: i could
lean back into the dim scraps of pavement
and no one would notice a thing.
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immortal bones & dragon smoke
Poetry[a poetic memoir] sneering archangels a patch of pennyroyal fate's mortal enemy god left you buried in the dirt and i wish you'd stayed there. ---- trigger warnings: brief mentions/references to SA, emotional ab*se, manipulation, unhealthy relations...
