Like a Pink Worm

 I don’t need another time zone to know who I am,
Because who I am is always round
With an equilateral triangle inside,
And the Sun in the center.

Darkness seems to come in phases –
First, it is indigo blue and afterwards pitch black,
But there are always stars,
and shiny debris floating between.

So, when I am dead and beautiful
Like a pink worm that’ll eat my flesh,
I’ll make sure to fuck an angel –
Someone with red hair.

collage: (In)Vulnerability (Kinoko II)
March 3, 2020