Shlut By Shygirl. Directed By Diana Kunst.

Dust Bowl Ethel Cain

Pretty boy Natural blood-stained blond With the holes in his sneakers And his eyes all over me Drive-in slasher flick again Feeling me up as a porn star dies He’s watching me instead 8th grade death pact strike me dead

All of alabama laid out in front of your eyes But all you could see was me

You walked in, you were singing You tried to wade in cause you wanted Just to tell me who you were You were kind, dying to tell me You’ll wait if i have to make sure

Grew up hard, fell off harder Cooking our brains smoking that shit your daddy smoked in vietnam You’d be a writer If he didn’t leave all his hell for you Saying if you could, you’d leave it all

I knew it was love When i rode home crying Thinking of you fucking other girls And when you Said that you’re in love I never wondered if you’re sure

Pretty boy Consumed by death With the holes in his sneakers And his eyes all over me

Eva Kreuger

Robert Boynes - Non and Anon, 2019 (Acrylic on canvas, painted timber, diptych)

(bleeding from my wound) notice anythiung differebt about me ;)

To heal the wound you first have to stop touching it.

June 2016

men, women, and chainsaws – carol j. clover

[TEXT ID: The Terrible Place, most often a house or tunnel, in which victims sooner or later find themselves]