the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by

afloat

we sent him floating over the creek at a misty dawn, upon stacks of wood. his fingers were decked in sapphires. mama wet his lips with holy water, what a contradiction, along with the cross burning on his neck. the boy he loved quietly resound, biting his nails until they bled.

11.29.15

(song is run by hozier)