impulsive bloodlines / mental trysts

poetry is a visceral string of four years of summer

i squeeze the tar out my brain

where the poster child, the pretty boy, and the straight boy are alright. right?

richard died four days ago and darcy knows why. © veerle.

The end justifies the mean. © 2016, adriana | (act #61- 210817)

my heart still beats 2017, adriana © (p #112- 150617)

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

All I've thought while sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool.

Please, be my solstice.