#s.t.

My universe will burn to the ground

From the darkness you you you you you

I am a Stone Fruit

I am the unassuming dawn

that precedes the tempest,

the lull before the roaring sea,

the fragile skin of a peach

hiding a stone that could shatter glass.

I am the soft earth

that trembles with the fury

of a distant earthquake,

a paradox of gentleness and power,

a tempest in the guise of tranquility.

S.T. 2021

peach wedges by brock cooper(2014)

They’ll keep your mask under the counter for a cloudy day

Don’t know where you are anymore, city girl, city boy, whatever you are

Won’t fall in love will you, too fucked up for that

Watch the Sunset go down, let it drown, Cmon don’t be shy.

Keep your Phoenix in the sky, maybe a Rainbow will come your way

Don’t let them Crash, there’ll be some fuckin Damage

Ain’t it Clear that Gravity don’t mean anything to me?

It’s up to the Max here, the Melody’s too loud, Fire’s overwhelming, Ala this is a mess

Don’t call for a Crow, they’re a Terror they won’t Bless ya

Watch me Smiling, don’t make me Collateral

All I am is a Ghost, don’t need Taurine to see that

Keep it up Zone 2, bullet holes and Desert

One two three in the neck

Don’t let them Poison this Party, gunshots gunwounds blood and death

Give me the Grace I need to survive, let the Lane pass me by

Maybe a Camellia will bloom, maybe a Lu a bullshit will come through

Find me when the sun goes black, Nix it all to hell

Ain’t a city girl, ain’t a fucking girl

Squish that bullshit thought

Fuck that noise, fuck those pills

Don’t fucking look for me, you won’t find me

All I am’s a hallucination

Born of too many nights in the Bitfrost and hollow days in the sea

Sweet Dreams little motor babies

If you’re lucky the witch will grant you mercy

If you aren’t you’ll find your Karma