EVEN MORE FUCKING AWFUL POETRY
i will rush you out.
this is not permissible;
i will wash the evidence of everything
through and through
with pipe cleaner through my heartstrings.
you are alcohol and illicits,
you are phonecalls and fiction,
you are something awful,
you are the most wonderful.
i can wash your fingertips from mine
but every cleanser aches
and burns your name
against my heart.