real housewives of gomorrah

i knew a girl who would pour bleach in her wounds because she liked the way it burned

false hope and empty promises

things have been better since i've killed myself

the day you left, i slept in a meadow of dead flowers; hoping to be devoured by it

gwyn, how your sunlight has turned to cinder

when your house burned down, you smelled like charred woods for months; i loved it

burial ground atop a decaying mire

i go to bed thinking about you fucking him

you worship storms while i mourn the dead

i knew a girl who would pour bleach in her wounds