bad things

my gold ammunition, — music
dealers, — all music platforms

any intrusive thought is killed
as the generic of genre claim

grim loneliness and sufferance
bleed happiness for fear of me

nightmares pretend in an instant
of being just a marvelous dream

am love, i murder all bad things
[————][in you…]

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

Jace Everett


humorously the morning sun focused its ray of light
thru the tiny rustic branches of an appetizing basket
where chaotic, seductively, delicious, and arrogantly
temptations of ripened grape clusters debut ecstasy
metamorphosing my thoughts in romantic passion
covering ’em in syrup & honey while I think of you

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

Chantal Chamberland

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