July 27, 2015
There it goes. See it? My spine bends back. My stomach heaves a hello with rotten egg lyrics. The sediment of my love construes not its fabric, whereby elements of kissing spit themselves out, till I found you, the rudimentary key to my heart, solace to the breaking habits of dull and deadly, the rude search for corpses, never ending seemingly, surrender to our party with two celebrants shouting out their salvific joys, their utter satisfaction at finding what was never found till brazenly in the cave, when corroded beasts of prey made light of the hallowed eve, happily weeping.