silk sweetly peels away as worn skin, sleeves ripe meat, fruit's pink, lace slip distracted fingers tear newspaper mine stories to untimely little deaths and We are lost... conveniently in habitual's ore love's agony dissipates on filthy curbs ash in the snow we turn as stones heavy and pragmatic disassociating our Us under layers of discard is this good-bye?
disastress
sublime absurdism
disastress 