Thursday, December 07, 2017

Mother of Pearls and Bioluminescence

I have to write now because I am consumed by heat.
Every god damn bead of me, every pore emits it, my eyes flash with the opal fire of it.
I never thought that someone hailing down from the most upsetting place in the world could be so good.
Skin so golden that I am immediately boring in my rapture.
I can't surmount these chemical reactions. I need it. Give it to me. I want it now. And again, and again, and again, and again forever.
Tea and cigarette.
Good as fuck. Fucking good.
I suck down the moon-honey like there's no tomorrow, and.
There isn't.


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