candy-cut mouth//delirium
Beautiful, sobbing
high-geared fucking
and then to lie silently
like deer tracks in the
freshly-fallen snow beside
the one you love.
That’s all.
- Richard Brautigan, Deer Tracks
the creature with the angel’s face
who tells me hurt,
and sees my body go
down into misery?
no stopping. put the smile
where tears have come to dry.
the angel’s hurt is left;
his telling burns.
S.B.G.
08.04.88 - 10.26.09
(via nerviosismo)
(via kingorlowest)
