notsoplainj:

Do not speak of my name as a taboo,

Don’t slither your tongue imitating presence of my body.

Do not burn my skin and fray my sides, I caution you, do not sweet tooth my need of love and give me a cavity.

You are savagely unloved, and my fluoride is finally beginning to dance.

So,

Do not trap me any further,

I prefer to dig my own holes.

notsoplainj:

I can see tones, I can see them ever so clearly.

For the blue is the cool, the red is the warmth. You know that.

So I sit in darkness because it gives me a cooling for my head, a blue forecast is all in my vision.

I did pull the beaded metal to a click and let the bulb shine, but a pink tinge urged me to solemnly cheer up in this basement and I don’t really want it.

No.