you let nirvana spin around the atmosphere; just for a moment,
twinkling above the heavy gray clouds—
dusty with despair and the rainbows

sank through my Polaroid smile, drowning
in my throat like harpies and medusa—
my hands aching like stone.

darkness drips from the empty New York towers
and i scrapped the purity off the sky, starless tonight.

ii. human decay, the end.

you let the silence linger on (i) breathing in the smell of rotting
flesh my lips cold—cold—blue—dead.

(yesterday) i swallowed down Disney's pixiedust
as they glowed between my teeth, and wished for a happy ending.

an. maybe the ending doesn't really make sense.