December 2011
“She had not known the weight until she had felt the freedom.”
– The Scarlett Letter - Hawthorne
Sea of Tar.
Sail away
over the tar
to a thick forest
of plastic doll parts
and ammonia thickened air.
Nothing but broken parts are here
and they all sing in a choir
crescendoing one by
one together across
the wide sea
of tar.
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Anonymous asked: you're so hot and cold.
his flesh, a constallation
his eyes, a pyramid
his heart, a hole
I’ll wear your black eyes.
BETTEROFF△LONE.
