malformations in the code

by suicidallyanonymous

It’s a despair thing.
The rainbows, that is.
Where someone forgot breakfast
on the curb, with human trafficking
protruding from
a smile and some eyeliner.
Or maybe it’s a vocal thing.
The secrets, that is.
Where chili pepper-matters
put us under the influence
of giants -to burn us
[aaaaaand inhale].

But it’s really a love thing.
The ache, that is.
Where time forgets how to breathe,
and horizons fold our origami lips
so that we don’t forget
how to smile again.

3 Responses to “malformations in the code”

  1. Outstanding. I love the kind-of-conversational flow to this piece.
    More please.


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