the zombie girls

picking the bullets out our brains

you had five and i had eight

counting the shards in our chests

you had four and i had three

drinking wine out the other’s wounds

you taste like we could always be dying

no matter what (like more)

the sun is dead

so long live moonlight

the hue of gutter love

that fell out the balcony

and spilled across the courtyard

picking out the bullets

they only don’t love you if you’re dead & walking

counting the shards in our chests

but i love you, walk with me

drinking wine out of the other’s wounds

only as much as you’ve emptied

you taste like we could always be dying

burning tastes angelic when it’s for you

no matter what

no matter what

[Tessa, Corbin]