Comments about Anna Luiica
The Ending Credits
The sadness of the ending credits,
rolls between the tongues of your lovers.
My written words,
curl in thick smoke amid the protruding bones of another.
The taste of vomit
kissed upon chapped lips of men in other figures.
How young the void of hope feels, filling the distance
this falseness we created, the bed you make
Inked across fragile blue veins
How easy fills the cracks on your tired mouth.
Makes the slow walk of departure desirable, orgasmic
Nothing left but the mirror image of sickness.