[ ☆彡 ]
in some other universe, we are not
flickering fireflies trapped in our mothers' finest collection of buffed mason jars / apricot bourbon alibis caught within our fathers' weekly furnished fables / peach bubblegum stuck under our volatile valentines' charcoal combat boots / nail-picking, pit-stomping, acid-drinking, head-banging bedsheet ghosts / radioactive dust piled in corners of corroding attics / daytime dreams shoved under worn out synthetic pillows / noose-tied necks and roped limbs / sunken shipwrecks at the bottom of abysmal basins / papier mâché puppets sitting on unstable podiums / cracked voices and lachrymose breaths behind double corridor doors / clogged pores in cinched corsets and scraped knees in cotton khakis / suicidal tendencies and collapsing worlds.//
in some other universe,
we are not surviving, we are thriving.
YOU ARE READING
STARDUST RUMOURS.
Poetry[ POETRY/PROSE ] slipping free-falling revolutions on torchlit tongues.