Teetering
it could have been a beautiful mess
i got an ear full
of fresh MOTH spunk
it's fucked my balance
i think i’m going to fall and graze my knee
i got a fresh mouth full
of the SHIT i gotta EAT
mmm mmm mmmm
you can tell it’s homemade
can’t see what i’m looking at
no forest, no trees
foliage up the wazoo
graspy, rapey EVIL DEAD vine vibes
can’t feel the directions
this crazy tale has me facing
the HIGHWAYS the byways
the long nights the cold
i can smell a thousand possible futures
dancing in the MOTES above my prickled flesh
a solar powered day dream frenzy
of scented goose bumped skin
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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