♉︎ 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔰

the room

mind

state

of a gay boy

Whatever

Whatever

the bathroom floor is as cold as were your fingertips

that september evening the boys first kissed

as the sun sets, they are fossilised in pompeii

ash choking the air as the morning dives in

only to wake up alone, a husk in the jaws of the beast

for the september boy is gone, he left a trace at least

locker S763

now holds the ache of heartbreak on objects of affection

mark of the beast

haunts my facade of unwavering affliction

i can stare into blue sea’s vast emptiness

and be met with medusa’s stone glare

petrifying me like the boys in pompeii

and then walk to class as if i don’t care

the bodies of pompeii, now husk-like and still

are inhabited by the souls of zombies and ghouls

one drapes around campus, still and sluggish

one’s menacing laughter carries through the halls.

their eyes may meet, once or twice a week

for a moment, zombieboy sees the boys in pompeii

but the beast struts with 3 new pieces of meat

leviticus 26:29