negative spaces against your
vibrant blackness, spinning
sugar tales of dreams lost in
fathomless beings. transporting me
to that white blankness you so
p a i n s t a k i n g l y
created for us. but
you were there when i shoved fifteen
wings down my throat and it
still wasn't enough. when i put
sandpaper in your a r t e r i e s
and it still did not burn. but when
i paid for your fifty cent heart
a dollar at a time i never wanted
you to keep the change.
YOU ARE READING
motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
