The scraping of metal to metal,
fracturing of glass, the ejection of
airbag cushioning your chest:
a boxing glove hugging your sternum.
Siren songs follow shortly after.
People ask, Are you okay?
Air at 2:47 AM seems to carry sound better.
It’s clearer, cleaner; there’s less muddled
space for the sonic notes to travel. As they
nestle neatly into my ears, I stand
feet away from the train tracks.
The whistle yells at the top of it’s lungs:
Please look out for me. I don’t want to hurt you.
When you left, there wasn’t any rubble,
debris, or disaster zone. Ground zero
looked exactly like the cutting ceremony.
The worst part was the silence. Nothingness
pounded my ears closed. I couldn’t even
hear my own breathing. I forgot what a
Sext: I wish you were dead
me to me
I wish I was dead
I Don’t Understand Young People And They Scare Me: I Just Want To Live In The Past Forever
Getting ready for BYOB Toronto at The Powerplant Powerball this Thursday. I’m catering it maybe?
do you wanna look like this skeleton
or THIS skeleton?
drink a milk kids
Breaking via ABC News: UN Human Rights Council votes to open inquiry into alleged war crimes in Gaza; U.S. is the ONLY “no” vote.
That’s because the U.S. is a direct accomplice to every war crime that Israel commits.