hormone apocalypse

friday 17th august @ 11:15 p.m.

if the apocalypse comes i'll be ready...

sex on my mind from nowhere. hormones communicate messages of untrustworthy desire and ferocious cravings. my usual weightless thoughts are heavy with intent. illusions the colour of red wine tattoo my body with prolific designs. a thousand hands and mouths hold me with their perseverance. forgive and forget. speak in riddles and learn to talk without words. perfunctory revelations. hearts and gloves. swords and seas. cigarettes and memories.

everybody has a past that can come back to haunt them.