I ♥ OCL& all the books in it. It is better than you.
The funny thing is, people call me Del
The question, I propose. Is that, what does Del truely truely stand for?
Delight? Delirium? Delicate? What?
There are days where I feel like her.
Sometimes you try getting to know me. I let you in and then you try to take over me.
And that's when you realised oh hey.
You're stuck in the biggest labryinth you've ever been.
I'm afraid of myself.
A woman stands with doves on her shoulders.
the doves are scorpions.
the woman is a small pool of ice-cream, melting on a sidewalk on a hot summer's day.
ten days without sleep lurches and bubbles.
towards him and through him and away.
the sour, clinical smell of a hospital,
which brings with it beds and surgeons and saline drips.
dark rooms filled with formless people who breathe bitter shrouds.
unripe mind apples, tumble screaming through the sky,
and the stars gasp in brief flashes of pain and time.
(put the gun in your mouth
put the gun in your mouth
put the gun in your mouth)
putrid the sea heaves in slow, glutinous waves that stink,
and shudder and fetal shapes that bob and gleam and wail.
the sea is a princess who had a dance very unusual,
the allen is an alien,
the dance is an alley where the babies die..
which is why nobody ever puts baby in the corner.
♥xo
Labels: brief lives.
forever kids are magnets for each other ♥