unfuk th luv

Penny Goring

upside-down

kissin my fingers

plague bones

it hasnt been fun for ages

my face on swarm girl

kitchen sinking

red hand red hand grey sky

meets your ankle

i break your legs n carry you to the scaffold

on a very ornate chair

a very ornate chair stuffed with saints hair

and your fingernails

bcuz u asked 4 it

bcuz the crowd wants it

bcuz it was decreed

in my walls

the ghost of scratching susan

told me

her lies r the bestest

this is what she sez:

blah blah blah anything

my poor darlin anything