unfuk th luv

Penny Goring


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