

cricket.this is a story about a girl named cricket:cricket.
her arms are the kind that rival the moon, that paint pale streaks in the summer grass, that sing of track-mark tragedies and tart black ink. beneath her fingernails
is red and black, blood and dirt -
"you are not pretty, cricket."
there is stinging in her eyes and her lungs are caving in, and there go her legs,
buckling in, falling down - but she is w
--
i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
--
{ and the rivers of blood pushed back in my veins. }
Merry Christmas.
--
つみぶかきもの
=]
--
つみぶかきもの
--
Like pieces of a puzzle put together <3
--
つみぶかきもの
--
{ and the rivers of blood pushed back in my veins. }
Thank you for the fav!
--
"Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave before its done just because youve finished your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick."
dan le sac vs. Scroobius Pip - "Thou Shalt Always Kill"
--
Like pieces of a puzzle put together <3
Previous Page12345...Next Page