

Morbid kids tell morbid talesshe told us she'd found a body in the old rotting-brick building and while you made question marks with your eyes, I traced their curve with my mouth. she turned to go; she was just a kid anyway and who knew if there had ever been a body in the first place but we decided to err on the side of caution. I mean, given the unlikely equation of father plus daughter plus broken-windowed school divded by girl with either a lying tongue or a terribly truthful one, were you really expecting something real? and as soon as she left, I swung my swiveled hip over the bike seat and pedaled fMorbid kids tell morbid tales


Ode to youI Attention fellow human: it's time to box up your old skin. Put your fingertips and freckles into storage alongside last year's fads and photographs filled with unfamiliar faces. And hold still while the new flesh folds over your angles to avoid ripping it, paper-thin, tearing over your shoulderblades the place where your wings would be (if you had wings)Ode to you
and leaving long twisting scars inside and out.
II This is your first last kiss. This - tasting bittersweet on your tongue in the front seat of someone else's car and buzzing through your blurry eyes
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