Oct
20
angst kid wrote
Endarkened-
She used to shelve
twin pocket papers-
proclaiming:
I am
nothing
but dust,
and
the whole world-
was made
just for me.
Holy her weird words-
which weighed down her waist,
her hands held her world tight
her tears smeared enlightenment
I am the whole void, me pieces!
she shouts out
reaches for cigarette
decimates small everything,
crossfaded crosseyed
she breathes in fat paradox,
she burns down the lost and found.
holy! the hole in her pocket from thrift town
hill romp tantrum,
drum thrum firesong,
lost one one Wednesday
off kilter she became
a metaphysical pirate
afraid of the ocean, she stays in and inhales
nothing
nothing
nothing
but dust.
