foreclosure of fae girlz

Cult candy

you do this to yourself over and over again hands in hives a tongue of faerie lights hum at your neck smoke spills from your nostrils through the gaps in your teeth the blisters breathing under your eyes are red as tender lips we swim in blankets and all we dine on is homemade whine everything is so beautiful until it just isn't you've worn your life to warm beer, bleach stains and moths holes.

cry about it some more or
roll another blunt bitch.