poem: nice people are always liars

the boy in the undead years cut
his age in half by the age
of girls he finds
scalps, vulnerability
is a bitch, like sex all
over your hands.

the toyko girl is
suicidal
for fun, she
plays moshi-moshi
handgames
handgrenades paparazzi
do you wanna be
famous somebody
loved?

the boys find her
at bridges, dripping
her wet c
universal righteous
nothing, we are

fragile fragile
they don’t know
what they do.





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