SALT LINT

 

SAAAAAAA

Salt

hahaha

ew:  hahaha yes

me:  Liiinnt

ew:  let's call him salt

 

me:  Salt Lint

ew:  yesss

 

salt in my wounds / lint in my hair

 

me:  get the hell out of my

where

 

ew:  there is nowhere for him to go

he doesn't seem to have a home

he lives to be angry

 

me: to mess up the kiss with sweat

the taste of wrongness on his lips

 

ew:  to light the wall on fire

and see the sky

 

me:  dry lips of cursing words

sick

 

ew:  hot breathes make the skin crack

it breaks around him

 

me: bake him

bake his french baguette

ew:  hahahaha

Sent at 11:35 PM on Monday

 

me: petite

french

bread

never eaten

by hot dogs

ew: sad faced man

why do you worry so

me:  why cant he communicate

 

DJ Emily WhatSon & Eliane YuMMy