eggshells scattered like grenades
you placed at my lip
exploding at words that wave white flags toward flames
what beautiful chaos
to die in your mattress trench
burned in the crooks of our limbs
in the half-mast sheets round your waist
you placed at my lip
exploding at words that wave white flags toward flames
what beautiful chaos
to die in your mattress trench
burned in the crooks of our limbs
in the half-mast sheets round your waist
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