i feel the point of a knife gently being pressed down along the ridges of my spine from top to bottom, and i shiver.
no longer yearning to rip my muscles from my flesh and tunnel through my sternum to unearth the parasites nesting above my rib cage.
ecstatic to never again drown among the unmitigated fear of redesigning myself to appease what is around me.
i am once and for all finished suffocating inside my own body as if every ocean were resting upon me.
finally, i am at ease. i no longer feel, i just am. i am everything i had strived to become as a material creature.
i am nothing.
trap life. trap fuel.
Hollygrove? to be exact
Just can’t a have a 3 piece without my 9
This….is Englewood, Chicago. Only church’s chicken. *hangs head* Bang bang.