Coronary Heat

thurs. apr 24 '25 

red lights dance on my skin. i keep cigarettes lit in my mouth just to keep it shut. 

i'm a sucker for a sweet talker. it's pathetic but so are we. this teenage poetry makes me feel sick and ashamed. but it keeps busy. it keeps me praying for an advance on my forgiveness. 

"i'm cutting you out, from under my skin... give me the strength, to never let you get back in"