Poetry

Spilled ink

" let's talk about god. How he - she - it - I - we stand on the edge of the cliff, looking down at
Humanity. How we - I - us - you - me are waiting in a life boat, floating in the ocean. How teenage girls smell when they're wearing the perfume of their new favorite celebrity, like hope and happiness and tell me I look pretty tell me I'm worth something, that desperate longing to be craved and loved that simmers in all of us, but we are all not teenage girls, except when we are. Because I think being a teenage girl is the best thing you - I - we can be, and I think god is a teenage girl, but she won't even admit it because what do we do to teenage girls? We kill them."

-salivation pt.i | m.j. Pearl