DEATH by thesis
I. So surprised is the breeze upon My arrival that it holds its own Breath and I nearly drown. II. One moment waiting to devour A pregnant apple in the market’s singing Sun the next a deep-milked violet hum And he knows she comes but knows not Who she is. III. A slouched desire to stifle these Mermaids too sequined to speak; They glimmer in ombre shadows Of sweated gold and silver And the...
At Olive Garden, we’re as passionate about cheese as you are.– I beg to fucking differ. (via almost-never) IASFM Olive Garden doesn’t even fucking know