PROMISE NOT TO BITE)?
i miss you.
heat mirage my way to another existence;
Reaper asks me who i want to be—
scorched Earth tumbleweeds its way to my mindscape :
i miss you : rings out—
i am another notch in the belt – i am haunted cupboard door – i am light i am winged i am stiff as a board –
pick me up with your trigger finger
& curl around the metal of me.
Reaper traces the harvest on my temple :
i miss you.
dog barking at empty entryway,
i am anticipating a return.
Atlas St. Cloud is a wasteland haunt. He writes about gender, faggotry, & mental health through the lens of disability. Unavoidably raised Mormon & in lust with the Catholic aesthetic, St. Cloud’s religious trauma manifests in his apparent desire to fuck/kill/be god.
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