I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip. I said, you've taken the diet too far, you've got to let it slip. But she's not eating again, she's not eating again.
I bet you twenty pounds if you knew ten years ago. How pretty you'd turn out then. You'd never have gotten your ears pierced. But I never got my ears pierced and look how I turned out.
The black bird sits atop my guts and spreads its wings for flight. My shoulders back, my jaw pushed out, my stomach sucked in. Its wingtips push across my lungs and fill them full of feathers.
I think we need more post-coital and less post-rock. Feels like the build up takes forever but you never get me off. . You pull your dress over your face.
You did not like us 'cause your girlfriend likely does. And all your friends agree on her soft spot for me. I'll have my hot hands over her soft spots soon you will see.
Darling. I'm with St. Bernard's and we're. Scouring the Alps and the Andes. And if they die then it is on my head. They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne.
Just like when we were seventeen. We said we'd move to Malta, claim Nationality,. And now that we are twenty-three. Days tethered to the running track,.
I part the curtains of your hair. And all the light of the sun floods the room. Poured from your sleepy stare. Two seconds each morning without fail. Before I enter the abattoir.
And every sentence that I spoke began and ended in ellipsis. Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote, clung on tightly, like parenthesis. And for each correctly used apostrophe, I could feel my heart sink inside my chest in front of me.
My brown eyes, two pools of mud. Resting in two dark moons, they turn the tide into a flood. And the bloodshot lines in the whites map every A road in this town,.
But let's talk about you for a minute. With the vomit at yr gullet. From a half bottle of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic. On the back seat in yr car, because it wasn't safe to start it.
Trying to find the perfect match between pretentious and pop. Some crappy artwork that took way, way too long to draw. Handwritten track listing restarted every time the pen smudged.
He grows out his stubble just so that he can. Scratch at the sunburn that colored my arm. Civilians read bibles behind glass windows. Is this what constitutes normal behavior?.
A wishbone hangs between your breasts. I hope you haven't pulled it yet. And if this little finger doesn't have the strength. Then I'm scared that this bird's back bone breaks.
First and foremost,. Let it be said,. I am writing this at 7: 10am,. On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt.. Astronomically speaking it's the first day of Autumn,.
Recall the time we straddled your window pane. And smoked the last of the weed that sent you insane. In a public loo in a borough of London that I won't mention.
By now it's just the three of us:. . Me.. Your Shadow.. Your Echo.. . I do not believe that I've ever felt any more alone..
I am not a crutch. Although my knees are rife with woodworm. And the mealworms I misheard for lunch. Are rotting in my guts. With a childhood of fingernails.
Run the water 'til it scalds you know that I'm listening. Pitter-patter runs the shower hits the bare porcelain. Watch the dirt run down the plughole, hear an echo within.
You've been broken down I go. War economy. Father fuhrer, don't be mad at me. Peasant child, you're into botany. Splitting necks and calling the dichotomy.