~ singing in hopes of being sung to ~

lace me in acid and call me holy

descriptions

who knew that you could feel

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

© 8ront3 xxmviii compilation of writing over the years; poetry, short stories, recollections of experiences.

short stories and tings

Just poetry, rants, and fictitious short stories that run through my mind Pictures found on google and @micaiahcarter via Instagram

(poems)

saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]