I look
like phantasmagoria
and snow in August
I taste
like broken diamonds
and open coffins
I smell
like disillusionment
and another man’s cologne
I feel
like crushed snail shells
and every bruise you’ve ever had
I sound
like tights snagging on barbed wire
and all of the lives that you are too afraid to live.
Originally published on Hijacked Amygdala here [29/04/16]
You’re such an artist (I’m pretty sure I’ve said that before but that’s because it’s so true) <3