#ozarka

ozark gothic is grit and iron in the molars. you’ve done something wrong and you’re not sure you’re praying to the right god. the rivers could make you holy if you open your mouth wide enough for the coal. the cities are older than you, and the ancient sea beneath them is filling up. there’s a smell in the air and you can’t tell if it’s mist coming downwind from the mines like your mother promises. ozark gothic is someone has come to sell you lead ambrosia and your childhood best friend is already closer to trigger happy with the stuff. a company has set into the hill and the trees are snapping under its sprawl. ozark gothic is theater and circus and drag next door to a “good old boys” bar. the air could kill you under the right clouds, swept around a sycamore tree or pinned under a rusted nissan from a twist. it’s heat lightning and the sickly sweet taste of honeysuckle thick in your throat.

The more water I drink the better I feel, and look. The most underrated supplement on the Planet is water.