crushing red (clot to page) — hands in the garden

in part pixelated pane it’s just phantom half i see other, queer charm butcher, me with shame’s shank pressed to flat of blistered back more itchy than relaxed glacial fresh sensation that, don’t dare breathe, don’t react- attacked fever sun scratch moon is coming soon on prick of sudden red crush gushing © Anthony Gorman […]

via crushing red (clot to page) — hands in the garden