wallow in the lights so bright and containing the misery you always wanted in these hollow fleeting moments that reek of love forgotten, love that never fully tethered you're heart, never anchored you from you're imaginary wings.
Close your eyes and imagine were still in the fields, looking for stars on a cloudy night. Bleek it may be, but bleek are we now all the more.
Beauty betrays even the sweetest of them all.

perfume and prescriptions

{take a hint from the bottle,
'cause her brain doesn't know any better
and the prescriptions in the cure.}

Tell everyone you're well
'till you're sick of you're lies
write down some conclusions
to the other's white lies

containers of postcards
old letters don't smell
perfume and prescripttions
just a whiff of "pure hell"

bedspreads and pillows
strewn out on the floor
perfume and postcards
fantastic folklore