Pills
Crushing pills, formica
Cold cuts. Tender touch
Rolled twenties. Credit card, chop, dice, tap.
Nose burns, tears swell.
Corduroy jacket, sweaty pants. Break the bone.
Slit wrist bath tub gin.
Blood orange, blue moon
Call me. Dawn. Call me.
School Daze
High school, wretched memory, Fuck
Grated my skin to bits. Parmesan ghost.
Priestly garb, clerical collar, choking victims.
Student body, body shaming, phobias.
Catholic cross crusted Christ. Nailed, bullied.
Fuck the nostalgia.
My classmates were cruel. They are. Repression.
Fuel
When you try to die
so much
it becomes a lifestyle
Blood letting us just
a ritual
in letting everyone down
Death trades us in
for rust
and artists that matter
So together we
sink into
our best impressions
Midwestern eyes
only see
burning hope as fuel
