Anonymous asked: Atrocious
I’m engulfed by your selflessness,
Pulled deeper by your smile,
My lungs filled with you.
But do not be mistaken,
I don’t want to swim.
If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.
here is the lonely hum in my brain where your name used to be
Super religious girls that always include god/jesus somehow in any subject or conversation I have scare me
I want to end it a little more than I did the last.
So I wrote on an iv bag, I’ve been thinking of ways of incorporating my writing into context of my art. I find quotes and text in painting to be really kitch and look awful so I decided to bring it into sculpture.
The writing is this:
“Why are all my flowers dead, I gave them water to help them live.
I hooked them up to iv bags and performed blood transfusions with my own liquids.
It’s as if they were in a head on collision, in a 12 car pile up on a highway in August. As if they laid upon the asphalt in the sun, withering to the bone, they pass.
Why are all my flowers dead.”