Suck it Up.

Thin hairline fractures, that lay submerged in anger; long enough that they swelled into gaping holes. To go over them, would be like navigating the latitude, and the longitute and the gravity and the declination of something already dead. Our past lay dissected on an autopsy table. The rib cage of what was exposed for … More Suck it Up.


Would you bleed for me? Lick it off my lips like you needed me? Sit me on a couch with your fingers on my mouth, With your fingers in my mouth till you needed me? You look so cool when you’re reading me… I bet you kiss your knuckles, Right before they touch my cheek…. … More Trigger