Pistol Rose
I wish people would stop looking at me. My paranoia clips onto me like a vice grip. Sometimes I'm good and sometimes I'm not. Sometimes I want to rip the sky apart until I see the Universe. I have a bone to pick with my God. That God is me. I have a bone to pick with myself. The love I feel is a Pistol Rose, and it's ready to blow at any minute.
Julicia Salvatore