Your spine is cold ocean crackle
Iceshelf heart to break young ships
Dark and deep as ocean caves,
The tongue rises in tumultuous waves
Breath touched with sweet salt air
Sea wrack spills your unbound hair,
Your eyes are chipped Atlantis secrets
Slim hips are undulating undersea breakers
A rolling water of wild promise
Seafarers fail to try to tame,
A Mer song to drown sailors.
I have bitten a siren song deep inside my mouth
my lips lead to ruin
they are the best way to die.
down the hatch Drew Barrymore
for nothing will carnivorous in blank motion
I’ve been seen in gravy train underpants
harping togetherness like a ill suited plague
catatonia growth beneath grotesque thread bare
witness my plunge gurgling obsolete thumb drive
I call to the arms and hell answered yes.
The Kybalion (via masonictraveler)
SHOOT THE MOON
Her moon cartilage buckled
under the force of his cartridges;
all the dust kicked up.
untapped aesthetic: surrealist jock
a varsity jacket but it has three arms and it’s melting
your football shoulder pads have grass growing out of them and they constantly hum
you shove nerds not into lockers, but into other planes of existence. your football is always singing, singing, singing. the astroturf changes colors beneath you, and whispers the name of every person you’ve ever loved.
Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns (via larmoyante)
This is a solemn sunset
in sombre bruised colours
for small and hurting hearts,
there are no careless violent reds
or ecstatic pinks here
joy has been shrouded in greyed out skies
in sweeping smooth expanses
of sorrowing marble.
Arthur Rimbaud (via viperslang)
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