A paper boned boy.
Nice shoulder. Cruel hearts.
Turtlenecks that throttle.
Leather gloves in a sea of green.
Old ladies ogling tattoo parlors.
I croaked “I love you” and went back to dying. Susceptible suicide.
Social disorders with body counts.
A battlefield inside her stomach.
Picking borrowed flowers.
Stolen psychedelic grass.
Four leafed luck? Hardly.
Originally Published in Bandersnatch Vol. 48 Issue 07 on January 30th, 2018