LightLeak

To start a letter is like shaving the crust off of a heathen earth, adding dimension to a studded artscape; dwelling songs into a mantle heated in place. To start, to begin a welcome notion of affection may become a source of deviancy from speech, from tongue to drums of ears combined. Even still, I swathe a bleached pen on blackened paper; no not mascara, not possibly mascara. The cube I’m encompassed by supports a view of integrity of seduction into a button bound sky- holes and birds, circles and stones. Weed.S. fire bullets into my eyes- a vision I’ve blessed and forsaken. You are a peculiar creature, whose trust outweighs depression, who the reaction will be level deep, instead of foundation deep. Your love milks nourishment from heaven itself, Premium, Passionate, and presentable. Your thoughts go breeding fields into fears; a startled final production into the fertile excrement of reality. My words are rudimentary, blocks upon your spit and mounds of meritocracy; scoffed subconsciously, but emerge from a moment of conception; a moment to visualize- and freeze. There is no immediacy; vague claims of rage and justice in love, but acceptance defines the faults of many; who bury their eyes in magma laced trials; decicisively prefaced by a feud with no description. On the contrary, the plastic forks I shove down below this house, are hindered by the mirror you hold to my face. You are, a direct, subsidized, enabled,

INFECTION.