SS. Maria Fernando
Oh, silk screen goddess.
i love the way your ribs
stick out of your vessell.
we pounce on each other
gnash our teeth
and gnaw at souls
and scare the shit out of purveyors of humanity.
and hes down
hes out
fucked up-
fucked up- in sight
fucked up- in smell
fucked up- in is that fucking stars?
or the lights of this shitty bar
i just got wasted at?
i think the closest thing
ive got closest to sharing myself with lately
are floors.
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