Excerpts from #The Subtle Art of not giving a fuck#

• Collette (A brief Incest, Some little art)

I have written so much about you.
That you feel quite like a miraggio;
That I’ve created,
To give meaning;
To my self-destruction.
“Now ;
When I despair,
I no longer expect my end,
But some bit of luck;
Some commonplace little miracle.
Which, like a glittering luck,
Will mend again; the necklace of my days.”




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• A Middle finger for a Royal ‘cunt’

To them;
She was a sunset,
Some flushed oranges, and pastel lilacs.
And all the nameless colours,
Sex is made from.
But if I may have my say;
She feels quite’xactly,
Like a huge bouquet,
Of withering hibiscus.
A fish wife, with sticky bangs.