Imaginary Allergies, Act IX: Phantom Phace-Phucking & Black Mascara

I guess my only way I’d

Describe this feeling

B like how I imagine

Getting face fucked

By phantoms ’cause

I’m struggling with

Breathing – then look

At my eyes – burning &

Pouring alongside my nose

Flows like a hose, so painting

Me pictures of those hoes

From those XXX scenes

With black mascara

Running down their face

As they’re choking on his meat

Which for certain feels like mine

Aesthetic at the moment – just some

§trange, piece öF meat being passed around

I’m just a new ass to grab – still fresh

And warm after dying – so spector

Spectators ∿ taking advantage öF

Me, wearing ܧ like a blanket

Pulled out of the dryer

Right before going

To bed – warm

Feet means

Иverse of cold

So, I’ll probably B

Seen sprinting down

The aisle, while most

Are pondering reality if

They should go on through

With such a commitment &

Especially since We are

Technically adults &

Yet, when looking

Back, might as

Well have been

A couple of KIDS

Just playing Pretend