Youth (Poem)

-youth-



goth virgin poetry

hotel month

flash flesh

sex,

death,

tuba

hash strut

I was a wonder kin kid

so lovely

leaves falling

deep pink,

purple veins

pale wall

snow all

colouring itself

into contrasts

birthing

and

colliding



I had to dream about being tortured

before I could heal in tongues

biggie is the best,

rest,

eternal rest

is more of an everything

kind of thing.



I am so

magic

I appear

in trance

I am



your french girl



disappearing

fucking

teenage

poetry.