To crack open. Like the smile of an addict
Ad Hoc Decay-Part 4
To crack open. Like the smile of an addict
To crack open. Like the smile of an addict
Not sure if it was a dream or reality, self-distorted.
Like the smile of an addict browning since puberty yellowed by the wear Of service as an accessory,
Months ago I spilled coffee down the side of my car
I hate the sound of my voice. Those inaudible contractions, anchored in the wet depth The fracture of bone.