sodom and sore
i craved
intimacy since
Frank Ocean’s
“Thinking Bout
You” and
divorce papers
on marble
islands. so,
i took advantage
of 2019,
awakened hell—
young and
unsure if
heaven was
a place
for me—
my proclivity
was controlled
personalities,
fantasies,
and
fornication.
I imagined
the angel,
Death, was
among us,
naturally,
i was in fear
instead of
love.


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