sandpaper goldmine
An aptitude of a warm liquor bottle, broken under the neon glow of the night.
A soul collecting in the slits of the cement, dripping down into the edges of traffic. An amber puddle beneath bare feet. Veins of mercury webbed under the shell of paper soft skin, wedged between your toes. Crouched down to pick up a billfold of powdered fingernails in the alleyway. Fold it neatly into the back pocket of your blue jeans, for a tuesday afternoon. A mason jar suspended above elmer's glue lips- histamine air condensing along the curves of the glass. The liquid drip falls into the gloss of a marble eye, sliding to the edges of a psilocybin lid. A smile of green seeds, a cough of toxic insanity. You kiss the hand of pollutant kingdoms, as everyone has before you.
A soul collecting in the slits of the cement, dripping down into the edges of traffic. An amber puddle beneath bare feet. Veins of mercury webbed under the shell of paper soft skin, wedged between your toes. Crouched down to pick up a billfold of powdered fingernails in the alleyway. Fold it neatly into the back pocket of your blue jeans, for a tuesday afternoon. A mason jar suspended above elmer's glue lips- histamine air condensing along the curves of the glass. The liquid drip falls into the gloss of a marble eye, sliding to the edges of a psilocybin lid. A smile of green seeds, a cough of toxic insanity. You kiss the hand of pollutant kingdoms, as everyone has before you.
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