this journal is for improv writing. although. i never update. ooops.

lips that suck the ocean dry
teeth chewing land and rot
tunnel through throats like roads
paths to ancestors and gods forgotten
saliva sweetened by dead winter
the taste of ash
burn today
burn tomorrow

When I get mad I cut my hair
If my face isn't hidden
Then you should be scared

When I get mad I save my screams
as thier building the volume
I draw you in.

When I get mad I never regret
I'll tell you I'm sorry
But I'll never forget