war is obsolete.
war is obsolete.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
war is obsolete.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 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. by meghan tennison this brand new and improved vaseline lipstick gently treats you like the thinnest of baby skin;a
untitled by meghan tennison do you feel the electricity, transferring from your body to mine, running through the tunnels in our chests, roaring like a
a small head sound by meghan tennison blockage, swollen community sickness stovetop gasoline aggravates argument bubble a chore to draw movements freedom for the liquid
corporate roof song by meghan tennison climbing the roof of your lifelong home they’re still there every food you’ve ever welcomed to your machinery: dead
can’t look – look, by meghan tennison the calendar makes me bite on my burns that have no creator, says my memory, and the more
no Xs over everyday heart-break action By Meghan Tennison when you offer your animal an open mouth to climb on in! [ right claw left
you’re stupid. holes are burned into your brain forever. By Meghan Tennison “you’re in a wrong place,” you said to me i don’t think i’m
untitled as “my kitchen” By Meghan Tennison 1. icecream container full of rotten lettuce and oranges 2. mildew-supported sink with thawing porkchops sitting on its