tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

[Image ID: black text on a white background. there is a watermark reading @snoppy in the right corner. the title reads “sugar shock”. the text below reads:

“fly on the motherfucking wall

at the birth of the cosmos

and the wall is 4 minutes real

and the fly can hardly believe it

is either. red and messy

and stinging sort of sweet

with the moldy bread smell

the sugarmaking bacteria

for the very first time learning how

to break, to make a fist, to

love something through death

the clouds bubbling and doubling

like a tumour, grasping onto anything

with opposable thumbs saying

i’m so glad you’re here hold me

until the rain comes. colour leaching

into the dark as sudden and ruddy

as a champagne cork, flying

out till howmuchever you can

imagine + 1. everyone can feel it, feel

the bubbly on their tongue or

the spattered bloodburns.

the sun is a big star but

he is small among his siblings

small enough to only get the

burns not the bubbly and

years later i am drawing the curtains

to my bedroom to hide

away from him

going fuck this i’m

going to sleep warmly beside her”