this desert place

slingshot litareview - Wednesday, 30 December 2009 07:24

and all gods only in black & white, and the two of us with the luxury of fading away the walls there thick with blood, the air heavy with ghosts rain against the windows 35 degrees shades of grey laid on top of shades of grey and it’s not love, it’s fucking, and the bruises are as meaningless as you’d expect said listen to this and unbuttoned her shirt said look and then pushed her hand in through her pale flesh pulled out someone else’s child a miracle, but i refused to applaud -john sweet

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