(by madeleine holth)
How can I be the same person I was as a child.
I grew up in this body. I fucked 12 guys and one girl with this body.
I painted vivid paintings of my mistakes on asphalt with vomit.
I gave up and forgot to get up with this body.
I poisoned and I nearly killed this mortal object of mine.
My substance might have changed and so have yours
We’re the x’s and y’s
Floating in a pararrel universe
Asking why? For the 9382369 time.
You reap what you sow my old friend
You reap what you sow.