Joy M.

 Remodel Take apart what you want. Grind to dust what was.     Ignore debris. We’re digging deep.   Information is always now. Possessions come in pounds.   Is it the ambiance? Walls reeking of scorched fantasies.   Hammers down, a smell of ozone once recalled.   Reality-themed, as presented.   Draft your soul. Arias optional.   Joy4no1  

Dirty flower   Arrange our sin.   Careful with preloved hardware. Slanted cuts, along the variable stems. The fucking sap? Me. Love... will never matter over fucking want. Tonight I'm saddled with dirt beneath nails. You are my dirty flower. Digging my bed. Joy4no1