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what about summertime suicide

Intestinal Wrap — Creeping Death & Corpsegrinder

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

This is a little poem I wrote about a month ago when I was reflecting on my current life situation and my close relationship with my mother.

A Sturdy Unstable Foundation

With my mother in a cardboard box, I am at least alive.

Though the walls are wet and flimsy, and the roof has caved in, it almost feels like home once again.

Through the cutout windows I look out at what could be.

It is a perfect summer evening; the moon gently calms the fields of flowers, the wind sweetly caresses the orchard.

And as I stare into the sky, it seems as though there are twice as many stars as usual.