olfactory.

she smells like what forever smells like

absolution and obediency

innocence that is non-conductive

smells sharp like cheap wine in expensive glasses

like trucks that keep in the cold

lidocaine and latex

she smells like charlie mansons cental nervous system

and the soil surrounding ted bundys basement

she drinks napalm for breakfast and shits out shrapnel

pouring champagne down her back as though she were an altar to normality and self discovery....she does not grow well in direct sunlight

she eats the fat but gets told shes "too thin"...is there such a thing these days?

i feel happiness for the first time in a long time, and thin, subconsciously i'll die in a heinous freak accident because that will really put me in my place

shame on me for being one of the fortunate ones

i want to filter your blood with my great grandmothers nylon stockings and make a soup fit for kings

i am a thing of conquest

its like finishing a puzzle and then realizing how ugly the picture is