-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.
