stealing beasts / i plant gardens / o look look breasts are covering my beasts i’m stealing skin freckles and naming them ‘death’ it’s red like moons all of them / bring the red highlighter and i’ll smoke a motor boat party with my mouth on a yacht okay i’ll jk with you i’m poor and i stole a chewing gum wrapper when i was 7 but i lost my hands in winter sweaters so no i can’t take them off under your chainsaw / i just steal plants and sometimes i cry in them so sorrow can grow under solar panels i’m future in sadness plz for moons don’t die.