A white wall
in a bright room
space, there is no thing.
between each blink, lid smacking - blood shot- stoned face
erased.
Me, primed- smells like fresh paint- speckles of imperfections.
"It's a classic"
-------- its the nature of this beast...
or burden
bitchery...
a character -- this smirk that rests like pan above my lips-- curl, and smoothing brow.
sharing this look of perouse
we sit - like Adephagia within our brain waves. may we stay?
& pray?
maybe to pretend to forgive us in our indulgence?
or us too alike take each cracker in this pack - and as a memory overcomes and shares a feeling..
a bit of a sentimental snack.
in a bright room
space, there is no thing.
between each blink, lid smacking - blood shot- stoned face
erased.
Me, primed- smells like fresh paint- speckles of imperfections.
"It's a classic"
-------- its the nature of this beast...
or burden
bitchery...
a character -- this smirk that rests like pan above my lips-- curl, and smoothing brow.
sharing this look of perouse
we sit - like Adephagia within our brain waves. may we stay?
& pray?
maybe to pretend to forgive us in our indulgence?
or us too alike take each cracker in this pack - and as a memory overcomes and shares a feeling..
a bit of a sentimental snack.