i frew up

marring me. the shell of flesh had nothing left to give. tossed over porcelain careless. tawny acid slid back and forth. slips of hair fell into the toilet, and darkened. there is this low rumbling. knobs knocked together and spun out. here it is. melted rocks erupt, and brimstone builds at the mouth. the land shakes meager might. 

in total i was sprawled across the bathroom floor and covered in shards of glass like a splat of paint.

too much drinking again. this is always the penultimate moment. when i bring it to my lips, i know. i do it anyways. hedonist. get dressed up and play tornado in someone's house. i just like the eyes on me. the hands, the legs. just let me go like a taut string and watch me spin like a top, i say. slut. watch all that glitter cascade into confetti.

but it never seems to stick, or feel as good. just take it up again. you have to.