inverted pentacles, vagina | steven tyler
We drew on some pentagrams.
Two inverted pentacles, to be precise.
On the inside of our palms,
With one hand on my vagina + the remaining hands,
held together would most definitely suffice.
We prayed to Steven Tyler,
our bonding glue.
No one has ever understood my love for him,
as honestly, and atypically,
as disgustingly as you do.
You picked your track marks,
we scammed under tape.
But the fucking hand,
hollered and made us abide
to specifics, boundaries, and shapes.
My night really started at 1:30 am,
my night really started in the morning.
My night really started at 2 in the mourning.
My night really started with no proper warning.