tw: mentions of drug use
bring out your branded lips and your bottle hips and your malt tinged lips, bring out your seventy's glasses and your cherry red lipstick(which doesn't match the pink peony undertones of your skin) and the kick in your legs that is present because of the burning taste of alcohol(i told you that moonshine wasn't a good idea). throw open car doors like a person throwing a burlap sack against their back, hemp or god knows what stabbing your back in tiny pinpricks just like your conscience. we're all growing up too fast with pretty bongs from the gas station and pipes that have pearl edged and gold tips, currently stained with that atrocious red because you last wrapped your lips around it like ribbon and a christmas gift.
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my grammar was probably wrong here with 76885 run on sentences and the "seventy's" part
but anyways it feels like I haven't written anything tangible in a long time?? I also haven't written any short stories because I can't think of a decent idea
but I kind of have a story?? maybe?? I kind of hate it but I mean ?? it also has no plot lmao this is going to be a train wreck
YOU ARE READING
paraphernalia
Poetrypretentious poetry. FOREWARNING: this was written over three years. my style changes dramatically, as does everything else. quality of pieces varies.
