Le Fantôme

Bubble gum flesh,

a paint splattered permanence in the pulpy cerebrum 

latex methafilcon or an iris

the walls are littered with fat stains and fingernails

and yr so full of pink crocodiles

you beg dirty men to pierce yr chest

so you can finally breathe 

the swamp in yr veins

1) Alone

2) No Good

3) Fake

Because we often see flaws in ourselves that others fail to see
Because we are who we pretend to be
Because we can become who we hide

Image as Document 

March 25, 2014

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