I ripped down my skin today
My moon looked away from me
The stars told me to stop
The sun hid himself in the clouds in despair
It was blood all over my floor
I tasted it.
Cigars clogged in the bathroom drain taste better i thought
Taking a bite of my skin i remember the first cake i had baked for u
Calling my name , then surgically taking out my voice box i looked carefully
It felt like the first audio you had given me
Was it sweet?
You said it was
I sprinkled some sugar on it
Maybe that works
I stabbed my belly rolls
You didn't like them did you?
There i was shedding my skin
To look like her
My soul said - dumbass
- dumbass
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Burning water
Puisia set of poetry oozing out of my hands. stories that feel like moon to your stars and dream that burn your skin like the sun. Can water burn you? Yes when its splashing comd yet boiling hot when you can see death kissing your life. some minimal dra...
