dead little girls
dead little girls by Kate LaDew little girl running the sound is stunning, thick hair shunning, deadheat light sunning the concrete sheets in slanted seams
Author: Meghan Tennison
carry on with your shirt off
carry on with your shirt off by Meghan Tennison One Glorious Day, groveling in my fault line, inert laziness found me panning for gold in
you're so beautiful, even the people you disrespect love you anyway.
you’re so beautiful, even the people you disrespect love you anyway. by Meghan Tennison oh dear my jaw is acting up, it’s so excited to
giddiness handcuffs my willpower.
giddiness handcuffs my willpower. by Meghan Tennison i’m your stumbling sidewalk litter on the wrong side of the road tripping over dead lawns crashing through
inventing problems: what will happen next?
inventing problems: what will happen next? by Meghan Tennison weight lifted & thrown over & across, beyond & past weak knees you know that feeling
it should be acceptable
it should be acceptable by meghan tennison it should be acceptable to hand affection to everyone. i enjoy cleansing my friends with massages while conversing.
today, something will happen.
today, something will happen. by meghan tennison i want to perform a good deed i want to acknowledge “good morning!” the presence of others, drag
war is obsolete.
war is obsolete. by meghan tennison this beach dying my blood inspires silenced audience, absent eyes. cackling shakes my fear of facing your torn, brown and
the disposal of glamor
the disposal of glamor by meghan tennison we tuned up our body clocks to purple meadows and bumble bees your graveyard was warmer than my
grated painted galloping carton of bodies.
grated painted galloping carton of bodies. by meghan tennison this brand new and improved vaseline lipstick gently treats you like the thinnest of baby skin;a