Sucklings

It’s spring already and our flesh was ripped off the bone with the blunt fangs of wide-eyed beasts.

Cause it’s so easy to get tricked by light patterns, even though we read it all in the wrong numeral system.

That old rotten milk has no nutritional value even though it comes with a sparkling package and crystal white teeth.

The tree of life will bear fruit but only if guarded by an electric fence, or something.

I can’t wait for this shit to be over and done with.

— No One