Owls-Love-Apples

i was born a normal person, made out of fairy dust and twigs and ideas. i only grew to have swollen eyes and things that break easily, like a heart that flutters so bad i go deaf and hear altogether too much. i was told to only make friends with shadows. i was told to read the manual. step one. scribble anchors and birdcages and promises on everything. step two. leave out the "hell" in all of your greetings. step three. refuse to be anything like a tree. i roll cigarettes out of old books, two dollar bills, and the smell of the cologne staining my pillow. i cut up photographs of dismembered carnies and anorexic women and make paper airpl

i was born a normal person, made out of fairy dust and twigs and ideas. i only grew to have swollen eyes and things that break easily, like a heart that flutters so bad i go deaf and hear altogether too much. i was told to only make friends with shadows. i was told to read the manual. step one. scribble anchors and birdcages and promises on everything. step two. leave out the "hell" in all of your greetings. step three. refuse to be anything like a tree. i roll cigarettes out of old books, two dollar bills, and the smell of the cologne staining my pillow. i cut up photographs of dismembered carnies and anorexic women and make paper airpl