about
watching
  • the x-files
  • the end of the f***ing world
listening to
  • melodrama
  • blue madonna
  • vertigo
A child came up to me in the park
and asked for a cigarette.
Her eyes were startled cats,
her voice, a chandelier.
I don’t smoke, I said.
She took a seat beside me
on the bench, resting her head
against my shoulder.
Her hair smelled like an old
dictionary cracked open
after rain. I want tenderness,
she said, as a row
of pigeons crashed
against the trees
like good china.
Rachel McKibbens, “Let’s Crawl Into That Photograph & Stay There for a While” (via pigmenting)
posted 5 years ago on 30th October
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