Poems from Literally Satan
I think I must be very sad
I cannot seem to think
can’t sleep or do my homework
can only seem to sink
I think I must be going mad
for...
the colors I see in my dreams
warm browns and oranges, gentle colors
they feel like the nineties, they feel like muffled blues music...
society loves its twos—
two eyes, two arms, two ears
two hands, two legs, two lovers
on a bench
two of each animal on the ark.
symmetry...
write me a requiem of holly and fog
and submerge my head in the stream
watch my soul swim away in a cold murky smog
i’ll come back to you...
i feel fluid
like a cloud, like a wisp
a star-speckled ooze
evaporating, sublimating, dissolving, undulating
iridescent, opalescent
like a...