Jun 26, 2019
033.
mother sunburn. son of a haunt. leave me and my sock drawer alone.
toughen up, bruh? why stuck in a mood, bruh? no dude, i don't see you. but i know it's you rattling the spoon in my cereal bowl. i know it's you watching road rage playbacks at three o’clock pre-dawn. and i know it's you crossing ankles over my breaking knee when i zone out in front of the flat screen. no it ain't some nerve-ending angst engendered, not some shit kind'of longing. boy, i still got this sordid okay in my mouth that skims the buds unfair. and you’re the bitch that left it there.
— darlfinch / streams 033.