paper boats.

they call us sinners.
“everything is rusted / the colour of blood / the colour of a red light i will always ignore / ink stains & indigo nights / it’s never not raining here / gunshots splitting the air / violets caught in the clockwork / my hand in front of me goes unseen / you are heavy on my tongue / the void is calling again / it tells me to eat / i am consumed.”

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