I felt the moon sigh and it meant nothing to me, tasted of nothing, smelled of nothing and that was comforting
Broken bones and rusted homes are all that I am seeing/ feeling. When you look at me can you see them too?
Aren't we all here to cloud the clear?
We’re here, we're queer, we're fucked
We’re still alive, out of sight and we're shining so bright
We'll make it out, hand to hand and mouth to mouth to mouth to mouth
I will call you within your name, dedicated to mistakes. Not if you're willеd to but if you want to, a sisterhood without due
This line about lifе this line about flight at the most survive at the least survive