read...comment...crit4crit if you want.

someone to harvest the fruit: to scape the garden's fall. a piece of my lungs' brace to remind me that I'm choking. cravings measured in stains of blood or cum, and maybe just what "should" have been... and then again.

i do not desire to dilute some diamond into dust. i'd rather wash myself in dirt.

i'm leaving to find that sovereign woman! but, she's probably busy killing babies, and reading or painting.