I burned tufts,
plumes, tough
onyx cotton
slicked to silk.
I let knots loc,
clipped buds,
revved ‘til I hit skin.
Corinthian sin.
I feel mighty everytime
black splinters grow thick.
I’m done trying to control
what snakes from my skull.
MICRO
I burned tufts,
plumes, tough
onyx cotton
slicked to silk.
I let knots loc,
clipped buds,
revved ‘til I hit skin.
Corinthian sin.
I feel mighty everytime
black splinters grow thick.
I’m done trying to control
what snakes from my skull.
MICRO
Besides, it was possible they’d revive.
MICRO
men? thieves.
MICRO
I have
since //
vomited
up // A
burial
ground //