this is the one.

instead of saying goodbye, i galloped home to my bong

balled and wailed for 3 hours while listening to The Stones Roses US 1989 release

on repeat.

guess it was my personailized farewell

Choke on the cotton cloudsArctic sheets and fields of wheatI can't stop coming downYour shrunken headLooking down on me aboveSend me home like an elephant stoneTo smash my dream of loveDid your bed and bookshelf goAnd run run run awayThese four walls saw the rise and fallAnd your midnight getawaySeems like there's a holeIn my dreamsOr so it seemsYet nothing means anythingAnymore

the beginning of the bees

I tucked myself tightly into casket and closed the lid, slipping my fingers inside at the last second.
Joy, oh glorious joy.

I’ve stumbled upon you naked with another woman before 10am the morning of your departure. The snow is falling so softly I can’t help but comment on the weather as I’m gently placing the door between us.
I won’t eat for days, but breasts on a plate never seemed so tantalizing.
Fork and Knife.
Two hours late, due to vertigo, I’m stumbling to keep my equilibrium from looking anything less than believable.
Mock 80’s ad’s smiling with glee, the viral look, her throat slit straight through and through.
Blood on my hands even though I kept my mouth shut.
She was once just another sensible slut.
I was snide with my eyes. It’s too cold outside to be cold inside.
I’m learned. So I’ll be the teacher, self taught.
Cruising for dick on the internet,
believing that one man could swallow me alive,
I could be buried inside his hollow rib cage.
Spare my skin, break my bones, give my body up for charity.
I’m doing the same as we speak.