Verses came bubble wrapped in styrofoam
It’s pretty bland
Homegirl sayin’ er’ybody just doin’ what they can
I nodded, but nah, these dudes are trash
“We have all lived in the hive. The walls bending from a thousand, scavenged paintings, every one in dissonance with the others. Rooms cluttered with chairs and cheap, expensive rugs. On one of the mattresses my blood, under the sheets. Hotbodied nights. A landscape of my blood painting mistake after mistake until the word is meaningless. Until the act is.”
Alyssa Morhardt-Goldstein | Nympholepsy