true west

the water’s edge slices me open and i am baptized by ancient plankton that mixes with my blood and makes me prehistoric. you are heroin and holy water coursing through my stream of consciousness infecting me with your perfection. i am drunk on your skin, that wraps everything in gold and glitter. i crawl with life that makes me itch in the places i used to dream. my compass points in all directions at once and i follow in pieces. i am true west.

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