#like a face

[annapolisrose]

house face

[thethirdbear]

[poptartkittywoman]

Why have I not used face moisturizer before, holy cow

[dearfriendhereweareagain]

I need somewhere to sit rn

[ameth-st]

I wanna punch something

[lunarlew]

I have a pumkin but I haven't started carving it yet ahh

[truthofnostalgia]

Like A Face by Erica Bernheim

Any tale of spontaneous human combustion must take place in the South. History’s wagon carries me in its horrible mouth of an entryway. An arrow relies on less, taste this, rising from the swollen finger raised to measure air’s currents. The girl allergic to water battles for aquagenics. Sweat, blood, saliva and tears blister her skin. She bends her head for the most dangerous of kisses. She drinks whole milk and is allergic to her own body. She will dream of swimming and touching snow. Her lips feel as close and sharp as razors, the light explodes, and you surrender your addiction to No-Doz. Something in breath dies slowly, a fern, a stilted horseman, a moon seen in daytime, or this harvest gone rotten badly. How long will you stay in this mess, waiting to learn when to duck, when it’s safe to run: a plate of eyelashes, a walk on water, nothing more. Loving days. A maze with no entrance, and we strain to see it anyhow. I find myself on the wrong side of your affections, afflictions, you say, and suddenly these are sidelines. I tell stories so often, I don’t remember the event, signs written in languages I never learned to read. What I told you made no difference, lighthouse, philosopher, my sleep. Oh, but it trickles down the side of a bed I never meant to lie in. Say something about the state of dedication. What I wish for you is nothing but fraud and petulance, camphor in your proceedings, a brick in your mailbox, a wicked bitter woman stealing your truck. I hope you can believe this is not about you. You wake up to find you’ve been tying your shoes with a dead man’s hand. You try to build a fire beneath a chimney with no flue.