quickly before i go

Milk white skin
spilling over
roads and channels of
blood and bones.

Lines and marks
from broken times
riddle your arms
and your heart.

Stark hips protruding
eating away at
the waistband
of your denim.

Secrets crawl
down your arms, like spiders,
and onto paper
every night.

Never have I been
so inspired by
someone just as
broken as me.


oh when i get home from work.
you better be ready. my dA is going to
explode again.