Mark Anthony Cayanan



I Look at My Body and See the Source of My Shame: Ecstasy Facsimile

Heavy thing, cigarettes and stale sex on your skin, why hog the blanket only to apologize. I bite into my soul like a pretzel, it’s no good, wipe blood off my lips with yesterday’s shirt. To regret an experience is …

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