Gum, Meet, Mother - Virus

Join the father.

son

Soon to met the mother

covered in concrete

And a pile of dreams

Adorned with the sights and smells

Of Insolence

Join Iniquity

Soon to meet up with the smoke

Gum.

meet mother

The aluminum spoon

I went smilingly

Like a Classic obsession

Like an eruption of birds

Dressed purely in skin

Well.

this is my dread

Steaming with honesty

It’s the fluid in my agony

Adoring and gentle in its mockery

The liquid.

the boundless sea