vomit pt. 4

(2021-01-26 1:11 PM)

diamonds

rain here. in a

soundless parade,

they tumble.

breathe—

and they turn liquid platinum.

For it’s the plasma of our dreams

that machines these things

so we can cope with those other thoughts.

after inhaling your greens

yea, snow can be fucking magical.

too bad im here staring at it alone ✶