i washed your dustboy’s back and your holding up the decapitated dead for everyone to see and we do not care to see it/ your cock caught in a silence of an abandoned emptiness, throwing stones at waves like the Other One of us was not really there/ everyone you think is real is, in fact, a madness writ large like sails summon love even when i have no idea how to reach the whispers/

https://timbarrus.tumblr.com