choking pushed back the

sun-soaked notes.

two tropes

smoked dope

spoke stoned of the almighty,

risen again.

addicted to the rub of tongues

linger long now darling,

said the girl most likely to lose.

We flicked ash between our teeth,

fucked dirty for three days straight,

and baked cookies.

your ass eclipsing;

i haven’t slept since the stars backed away,

said the girl most likely to lose.

emergent contradictions,

fictional diction,

sink like shit into the ocean -

no secret is as safe as with best friends who kill themselves.

addicted to the rub of tongues

i haven’t slept since the stars backed away -

i haven’t breathed,

said the girl most likely to lose.