Berkeley Tay (just_berk) wrote in patheticpoets,
Berkeley Tay

  • Mood:

im a little blocked

High Aim and Low Standards


The night air leaves those banged up legs goose bumped.

But there are more defined things to be felt than the august cold.

Black cigarette hangs carelessly from a sad mouth,

While a determined hand barcodes a taught forearm.

She’s been tagged and posed,

Resale value suggests higher than what you’ll actually have to pay.

A bargain really. Bar and Gain.

Cock that gun, and clit that trigger.

Bang, Bang. She’s dead.


She wants to give the world to a boy who just wants to shoot the moon.


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