Mothers fortune
“This furniture sits kind of off, don’t you think?” My mother asked me but all I could think was This drink probably tastes a lot better cold but it’s been sitting between my underwear and jeans for as long as I took my friends to go to the self check out
Nausea
Stomach pains
All the things that hang around more than these paintings that don’t mean a god damn thing to me at this point
These paintings mean the world to my mother
And she prays to every angel it sends me to Italy so I can experience what she wasn’t able to because the people that shut her passions down
Down down the drain is where my blood goes from cracking my hands on the concrete
To making my face split like glass windows before they crack
Well, this painting is going on the walls of a home that is drenched in love and the blood of Christ
Because
That is where it belongs
Everyone would fear the woman mutilated by sex, the half human half crow, and the necromancers if they saw it in their local art gallery
But here they feel welcomed
And even satan needs protection
From the ones who know he doesn’t exist and have nothing to fear

by Ajamu