Just Two Lost Souls

Top: Urban Outfitters

Skirt: Vintage

Jacket: Vintage

Oxfords: Urban Outfitters

Wig: Primark

Watch: Vintage

Mustache Ring: Gift 

It’s 12:22 AM in my room and I really want to smear black lipstick all over my lips and tell people it’s charcoal even though they’ll just suppose I fell into a tar-filled lake but that’s what I’ve learned to expect nowadays. Mother, what if I swallowed glitter pills like sparkle sparkle boom? The cat-faced creatures are sliding under the lamplight and I would have followed you anywhere but you told me no. It’s insanity. It’s madness (I’m/you’re/heart’s madness) how two people can walk. One izquierda. The other derecho. How two people can walk and walk and walk and meet again. The cruelty of it. Such a damned thing. Such a blood thing. Such a thing thing. Such a t t t t ttttt. And we’re at square one. Speckled spectacles SPECTACULAR. The individual drops in the floraveins, you amalgamation! And we wait too long. Sunken. Hysterical. Dilated. It’s a hand on a window thing. I can’t even begin to explain. Everything feels, little dragon. It uncurls in my lungs. Like glass shards piercing—the screams peel and blossom. Darling, we saw ghosts in the mirror WE SAW GHOSTS! But furryflurriez said we were lying and all the purple-headed hipsters believed them and you disappeared. I don’t know about. All I know is that. Lace bones. Lemon tongues. Tiptoe whispers dancing in the curtains of where we used to stand. This is how words fall apart. This is how we fell apart.

Music: 1957 by Milo Greene 

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