I Will Go Spit On Your Grave (10 million years from now, when you’ll be the only reincarnated elephant left screaming)

poetry

Love-acetone

the night sky wears

the layers of skin you sold for

a loaf of sympathy bread.

Hallelujah!

Grace is not welcome here

So long

So long friend

The river will not swallow your bitter tears

The ground will not touch your sullied bones

Farewell friend

Thank you for the smiles

Thank you for being the one

I shall spent my death with.

Go in peace

You’ll always be my bleeding star.