dad's cigarettes
where i hide you in the vastness of the universe.
youth grows on branches of mango trees. pluck them early green and bury them in rice baskets to ripen them quick. love grows on branches of guava trees. pluck them early green and they are solid teeth-breakers. pluck them late white, love melts in your mouth into pulpy relish.
And this is where he kills me. BOOK I of OF RUINED MUSES TOM RIDDLE © 2020 murderarts
"i warm you like i would any trembling child; in my two bare hands." ok so. basically me writing about the most mundane shit and making it so so dramatic. eg: hiccups.
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.