I take it back. The wooden halls likes caskets. These terms from the lower depths. I take them back. Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed. Crossed out. Clumsy hands in a dark room. Crossed out. There is something underneath the floorboards. Crossed out.Richard Siken (via satanlovesyou) (via laystilllikethedead) (via nostalgicdreams) (via skaldsong)
when i was seventeen i recited this nearly every day.
