Griffin Arsenio

bird-boned boy, boy with the poison in your veins, boy with the warning signs for skin, have you ever wondered if you are loving too much? if you are letting it burn you from the inside out, from the cavity in your chest to the bruises on your flesh to the fire in your eyes? bird-boned boy, boy with the smile made for war, boy with too much love for your goddamn body, have you ever wondered what to call the monsters you create in your sleep? and what about the ones that are real, the ones with two eyes and a regular heartbeat and a handgun and a fast car and a bottle of pills placed on your tongue like a gift, like a bullet, like a punch, but never like a kiss? and, bird-boned boy, boy with the mouth made for prayer and the soul waiting to ignite, have you ever wondered if maybe you are holy? have you ever wondered if maybe you could be?