u/Boredsoul11

April 29, 2026. Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it. Every man I kiss I fuck. Every sunny day I murder. I’m saying goodbye with your bite marks still on my lips. My body is a bullet. My soul is a gun. My heart is an open wound and my hands are trembling. Even as I am running I am on my knees. I could never be truly lost. I could never be truly home. God left me at a train station and my body is a burning house, a burning bush, a desert without water, and the earth on which you stand is holy ground. Take off your shoes and pray.