Tag: goodbye

  • What I bring to the table

    What I bring to the table

    the table holds knives that butcher my skin taking a lapthe breaths of gasp taking effect weathering goodbyes “she’s awake, she’s awakeup the dose, up the dose!” intubated by the season smells of rosemarybees pollinating sucking dry tears of stalkinggawking recipes leaving residues of bloody posturenailing promise into gaze i saw the light by mistake…