"How long will it feel like burning, said the child trying to be kind."
- Anne Carson, from Decreation; Lines.
my sweet disposition matching his arrogance
wondering does it always gotta be like this and knowing that if it wasn’t it wouldn’t be enough
My skin was stretching
My throat was blistering
I sewed myself to the couch cushions before dinner
I was marinating in dollar store glitter
Watching fireworks from my old bedroom window
where they fall just over the lake
Wondering
Does everyone feel this fucking strange?
"How long will it feel like burning, said the child trying to be kind."
- Anne Carson, from Decreation; Lines.
Makin out in a parking lot and dancing with all my devils
This is a sweet Hell bound temper that not even He can make me shake
unless he held me real real tight
Shūji Terayama, Taken from Photothèque Imaginaire de Shūji Terayama: Les Gens de la Famille Chien-Dieu, 1975.