I have died my destination has disappeared
in the hole of all that love is a doom magnet.
There I am hollowed acutely, the cold I feel
more, the sound of insects I hear more, the
sound of riots in your skin I smell more, and
I breath you like magic.
We are far from this chaos when you do not
see me I do not exist. Even the one eyed king
is king I am broken reflection of relative mirrors
I’ve seen the fossils of people light up the skies
and bars where I slither like a serpent child filled
with the devil, my sins my own so little I never
do what they think I do. I do more than they think
I do doing nothing at all.
And my light alcohol that vibrates in midnight
like a melody that you cannot ease. It is this
haunting distortion a thousand broken songs
we made for one to become dangerous romance
and all your faceless friends that tell you bad
jokes, like someones fucking someone else and
it’s not you.
Or that the world will end in a few days just before
we wanted to make ourselves explode higher than
the friction of our temperatures where we become
pure liquid. Oh but I drink you like madness; me
who consumes no poison I can fill with rage just as
I bend into a million shapes.
You began to believe I could not get to your soul
as I tied little pieces of us into the sky and let
them float like a thousand sonnets sent in heavy
black enveloped to a silvery moon that colored you
paler than this blood lust. You began to believe you
knew more than I dreamed and every dream was
another white heat. I am omnipresent; a demigod
before your deadened eyes that have shown me the
depths of permanent hell like a noose around our necks.
Lets begin carried to the sea with all our emotions
drowning and our friends throw stones at us, we hold
hands filled with decayed laughter. I drown the same
inside this blade I let me be cut deeper than the ensorcell
flesh you are such a selenotropism sensation when I let
my senses roam like pain, we taste the same. I crash my
skull into a permanent high I read about this somewhere
or I saw a video and it reels, I do not feel a thing when
you sting, I bleed.
Location by 14th factory LOS ANGELES
Photography by Austin Roque
Clothing by Miu Miu
Poem by Vanessa Matic
