I felt the moon sigh and it meant nothing to me, tasted of nothing, smelled of nothing and that was comforting.
Broken bones and rusted homes are all that I am seeing/feeling. When you look at me can you see them too?
Aren’t we all here to cloud the clear? Were here, were queer, were fucked, were still alive, out of sight and were shining so bright.
Well make it out, hand to hand and mouth to mouth to mouth to mouth.
I will call you within your name, dedicated to mistakes. Not if your willed to but if you want to, a sisterhood without due.
This line about life this line about flight at the most survive at the least survive.