Phoenix

Snails

Have cute snails

That is all

nail polish collections (clink clink, shiny and colorful)

large, comfy, baggy clothing

chunky costume jewlery in big ol wads so you can dig in and grab em with your little covetous hands

junk food

anything microwavable 

anything retrieved from the garbage

jelybeans (small, colorfull, make a little chika chika noise when you shake the bag)

gummy candy (as close as you can get to eating worms without being completely stupid enough to actually do so)

being completely stupid

cool rocks in your pockets

anything found on the ground in your pockets really

walking through a nearly empty parking lot past midnight and knowing that you have nothing to fear in the dark periphery beyond the street lamps for you are the most feral and deadly creature that stalks the alleys tonight

sales/clearance racks

old thrift shops that are packed with old weird dusty stuff that you could sort through for days and never see anything

making a big ol pile of blankets and pillows on the floor and just rolling the fuck around on it or burying yourself in it

saying fuck a whole bunch

candles (colorful, nice smells, smooth, F I R E)

fireworks, especially the ones you can hold in your hand and shoot at other people

fingerless gloves

1 Twining’s Lavender Earl Grey Tea Sachet ½ tablespoon of rosewater ¼ teaspoon of vanilla extract 1/3 cup sweetened creamer (or plain creamer to taste)  1 tablespoon light brown sugar  1 drizzle of light honey  16oz water, brought to a boil

Warm the water in your kettle. Pour water carefully over tea sachet either in tea pot or 16oz mug/heat proof container. Add rosewater, vanilla, sugar, honey, and creamer. Stir clockwise, singing a holy song on your lips. Remind your body what heaven feels like. Drink and be filled with light. 

Angels smoking cigarettes off of balconies. They write proverbs on bathroom walls and sing hymns in the aisles of grocery stores.

Angels still filled with fury from before. They hold a grudge. They carry a knife. Their words are sharp and hurt worse than any blade ever could.

Angels with soft voices and hard eyes. Angels trying to fit in. They’re trying to erase the pain

Angels with wrists covered in runes, angels trying to speak in the tongues that used to come so naturally but this mouth just can’t form the words.

Angels you meet on the street. They touch your shoulder and you’re struck with lightning.

Angels filled with ideas. Their mind is buzzing. Covered in paint and chalk, you know they’re miles ahead of you.

Angels on their front porches, drinking sweet tea with a goddess. It’s nothing like ambrosia, but it’s close enough.

Angels with bloody noses and a smile. Angels who’re confused by this life. It’s not so black and white anymore.

Angels who speak with their fists and are close to none. Their Father has left them in the dust. No one can help them.

horns on his head

the bright eyes

they stayed the same, they never changed

but he changed, he became different

Perhaps this is for the best.

We were ugly, horrid creatures;

Tamed by lemon and iron.

Forget us, if you need to.

Nee: I know I’m sorr-

Nee: