Hive Mind

January 22, 2018

miniature vortexes within sanity

obsessed with ugly, controlled by vanity

mouths are filled with soaking honey and if unsweet, they become bottomless pits

cavities invade my teeth and rot my gums, sealing the tears with a sugary kiss

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