sometimes i just sit and listen and also stare but mainly listen to musicians influenced by david bowie and dune rats and pretend everything will turn out okay
fury floods my hollow bones i can't be like that or her or him or myself without upsetting you and it fills my hollow bones
with fury i conduct my daily actions, but a docile kind of fury that can be tamed when they call me 'babe' or touch my lower back
but still, david bowie lulls along hushing my fury and reducing it to a silent searing ball of orange and not-her
"fuck me gently with a chainsaw. do I look like mother teresa"
