Cole Schafer

i'm bleeding out in a diner on sunset blvd where lana waits tables in a white dress. business is slow. so she stiches my flayed flesh back together. i ask her what she would have done, had she never made it. she smiles. i wake up. i write this poem.

love is a hot air balloon burning to the ground

love is a hot air balloon burning to the ground

Kimono

i'm bleeding out in a diner on sunset blvd where lana waits tables in a white dress. business is slow. so she stiches my flayed flesh back together. i ask her what she would have done, had she never made it. she smiles. i wake up. i write this poem.

Russian Roulette

Twin Flame