• Hello because everything begins with a greeting and capitals at the beginning of the sentences, too, because that’s how this stuff goes. And no emotions just the muscles, the mechanics. Muzzles on our mouths God does not want His pure children defiled by one another’s saliva. I cannot kiss you, not even behind the fire where the pastors can’t see. God sees everything sure as we saw the stars that night. Hug me when I get to your house to see you on your birthday. Smile and spit flames of envy on the girls around you. There is no suffering kept to one’s own self, my friend you are sick. And the girls’ eyes dart when you take the arm off one to dance with another. Hug me when I leave, too, and though you walked past me, walked in my dejected shadow cast by the fire, kiss my neck discretely. And I’ll feel your lips like dew on my skin for all the long drive as my dad brings me across the lake home.
    I’ll get home and write unpublished s**t about the suicide you make me feel. The way I want to disappear because this is too hard its too ******** hard to breathe. Each breathe promises I will not be released from this hell this prison never escape from being stuck in cells with assholes and learning to love them