Random Unsorted Drafts / 31 December 2018

Breathe

breathe

I can masturbate in my Chevy

behind those dark see-through skies

meow

I can slap that b1tch flat

meow…

Are you the devil she asks

Burritos keeps me afloat I respond

plus…

I love that blue hair of yours

tick

tock

Btch iz burning

s.l.o.w.l.y

…

sestra, sestra, feed me

feed on me

breathe

and … breathe

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.