| Lawrence Norton |
know laying back pulling me down onto her I felt the warmth of the ashes glaring from the open door of her eyes furnace fuel lips open, waiting but grinding gears of false friendship volunteer no juice dark accidents gleam brighter than the sun found me that night alone inside gravel back barking at you and lapping at the open wound in self-sorrow dust sits over us flying in holy crosses cool and silent soon I am. shake uterus demanding gold’s fool
nothing I can do
right now . |