The waft of pinks and purples enter my soul, hitching with each ragged breath.
I Scribble the doodles dedicated to imagined obsessions and grandeur.
My mouth tastes of old, rancid plastic pills with minute, unsatisfying flavors.
I dry heave kisses and toxic words upon the soft plump lips of secrets.
My Winter scared his Summer away only to leave him in a pile of frosted dust.
I sweat out the memories of purity with a smile that is of stone.
I shrug off the sight of you with a guilt coated in magnetic Chrome.
Patched up with glue, bathed in bleach, I gather my bones to be burned.
© Kim Acrylic 2021