Wednesday, September 29

purple in black

night.
morning.
thank you for staying up,
i like to rub my eyes very hard
it’s swollen and crying
every other day.

night in bed.
cry, bed bed.
with curtains flowing inward
wind-air-ing inside
rain blowing outside
happening everything the other side.
stay, stay here.

what, sleep while talking?
watch, sorry eyes closed?
what do you think, you pervert
whoring son of a bitch.
with all your charm and history
wither and die. all I care.

good night. morning.
sleep well?
is that all right?

my god. these domestic altercations.