Dear everything, today I witnessed. A crucifixion in pink and lavender and gold. I've heard people say that beauty is in details. But I don't think they have ever seen you.
This is an advertisement for the skin machine. Paid for by the people that supply the lash. For these pointless acts of self-flagellation. The vultures are made up like mockingbirds and they're circling.
The trivial little things left in your wake. Are beloved terminally infected limbs. It is not the firing squad but the blindfold. That makes us tense.
They heckle the gunshy assassin, led away in shame. The chameleon is my favorite animal. I learned that boys in dresses are okay on the last day of school.