the boys are gods

a natural hierarchy

cubicle girl with her powder nose and the loveable doe-eyed cheerleader

death dolled up pretty and plastic

please don't die

after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.

baby teeth

show me your open palms

drown the stars

❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]

myth

who are the gods? are they us?