“I don’t understand, “ I said, and I watched my mother sigh, disappearing into the long, dark hallway to return with a rhombus in hand, coming to sit next to me, fiddling with the jagged stone nervously.
My name is political
I’m really interested in how people self-medicate
How they suvive off of blow-pops and unhappy days
How they survive off pretty lies like the finest bread and wine
How they take in the drug of existense like an addict on a binge
Whoever thought it was a good idea to put a cemetery so close to a high school?
I was born with very black hair
I used to worry that I would wear it out