Elizabeth — Treacle Heart

she looked like a girl I knew but stranger a creature dental-floss hair ice in her eyes tattoos on her toes tequila on the tip of her tongue where did she come from? that whole afternoon we told stories by the pool about parents and books and drugs and the moon and smoked cigarettes on […]

via Elizabeth — Treacle Heart

This poem by Elizabeth @ Treacle Heart really touched me. It’s about spontaneous connections and reflection, both good and bad, and the interplay between the two, on what life has dished you. Check it out!


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