Oct 30, 2017
the whore is blue.
the whore holds tight the doldrums, swims in the megrims.
you cant get over everything in an instant, nor should you.
my face hurts from crying. crying just now, crying twelve hours ago, i woke up with fresh-salt-blindness
put your cool wide palms over my eyes, press the soft parts onto my brows and lashes
wipe up the tearspring from the corner of each eye
won't you please?
poor melancholic whore is menstruating and cannot see her favorite, who coincidentally will not kiss her for fear of falling.
poor menstruating whore does not know if her explicit elixir is the desired one
sad crying whore who cant hide, even under inches of blankets. sad whore crying in confusion.
some things, i don't, i shouldn't get over so quickly.