the more you let go, the more you have yourself

angry scales cutting board, pineapple drip. next door the light switches on and kicks out the shadow crowd.   tygarlily's a wilting, its just not her day, her purple sprouting tongue is so scary, the sun wont even look her way. made a match stick that only lights on tough skin, the fire turns as bright as the strength of the strike, the flame smells just like him. a silver castle woman perched on my knee, she whispers her wishes, and brushes my cheek with fingertips of surrendered seas. the pearls in her ears, tell me this goddess is feared, by those who have no youth, truth, or spears. met a boy with wooden teeth, they chipped and squeaked like your grandmas stairs everytime he speaks. i told him he should carve in them, what he wanted to say, he wasnt like everyone, he didnt change his desires every other day. he told me he cant smile, his lips were born astray. so naive, ill walk with my eyes closed, so maybe i'll want to stay. what the fuck does bump no rubbish mean?