with eyes of charcoal, see me as white
wet my surface with vomit, spit alike
your heart of sanguine spilled (onto me) w/ delight
for the great emmetropia who is just so talented that the words needed to describe her talent drip from our eyes and onto our mute lips.
YOU ARE READING
youngth
Şiirpoetry for the pretentious, by yours most impulsive. notice, the author is a moody mean machine and you have been notified. also, this is cas poetry. not her serious work. xoxo, imkeaha {for now}
