yoyoyo

idk, drunk, stream of consciousness crap.

bleach burns my fingers and there's acid in my spine

patterns on the walls are keeping perfect time

I can see a splash of ink that landed on my clothes

beginning to grow and swallow me whole.

My skin is melting but it feels nice, like approaching oblivion

which is something I've wished for my whole adult life. 

Reviews

[The earth (Titan maphah..]

You are extreme pretty lady... keep on the good work

[Lorne Blaine]

Beautiful. Alcohol is not the cure for one's inner-turmoils, but we can't deny that it can give a good boost to the pen.