doodlebugRP

face yourself in the mirror red cheeked and smiling, have you ever wondered why blush is just blood congealing beneath the skin cells or rouge made of lead my antithesis, my partner in crime my faithful cut and dry, bone dry, fish bones stuck in throat you are my vocal chords twisted like ribosomes stuck in an internment of itself AN ANTITHESIS or are you just the "i'm sorry" trying to crawl out my mouth i'm just playing my part Antigone you say i'm just like your mother and you're right but fuck i'm your lover a replacement box lined with fuzzy peach navels and naval ships crashing on shores i'm tired of being your mom i'm tired of cleaning