my body is eating itself. eating away, eating away.
this shock won’t let anything besides liquid or smoke pass through my throat.
reaching out a hand for her to hold
that feline hissed and pounced away
i quickly chased and received her damn claws in my face
but with a little persistence i made that cat purr
and through the hisses and scratches that girl became my world
but you were not even forbidden
so how could you taste so sweet?
the juice in the fruits of our labor
spoiled this past winter
so why am i still squeezing?
to taste a rotten drizzle?
a nostalgic bittersweet?
to be greeted by a haunting reminder
i was still this sad when i was still with you.
here’s a song i’ve been working on. guess i’m gonna start something new musically. i may need some help.

i think this thing is a bit off. clinton and i hardly have the same wrinkles.

i could pass for a princess? i don’t look that much like princess caroline.

