DASHA
DIED SOMEWHERE IN THE EARLY 2000S
WHO WAS SHE
Im staying home tonight. I'm redefining my womanhood. I'm gonna draw pictures in my room, I'm gonna watch cartoons Im not gonna think about your tongue in my mouth.
Even in dry piss and menstrual blood you held me. I wish the feeling would last forever. I want to shove my fingers down your throat and play around with your lungs. I'll revel in the lewd way your chest contracts
Dasha always knew she had no future, but Dasha was also sixteen. Dasha knew that this was the best experience shes ever had in her life but then again there was nobody else to compare the experience to.
Dasha will die in the early 2000s from a heroin overdose.
The door is ajar the TV lights still flicker, her face is on the news. The static persists despite her lack of breath. Dasha will never have a proper burial
She will only be remember by the taste of her blood and the smell of her dry skin
DIED SOMEWHERE IN THE EARLY 2000S
WHO WAS SHE
Im staying home tonight. I'm redefining my womanhood. I'm gonna draw pictures in my room, I'm gonna watch cartoons Im not gonna think about your tongue in my mouth.
Even in dry piss and menstrual blood you held me. I wish the feeling would last forever. I want to shove my fingers down your throat and play around with your lungs. I'll revel in the lewd way your chest contracts
Dasha always knew she had no future, but Dasha was also sixteen. Dasha knew that this was the best experience shes ever had in her life but then again there was nobody else to compare the experience to.
Dasha will die in the early 2000s from a heroin overdose.
The door is ajar the TV lights still flicker, her face is on the news. The static persists despite her lack of breath. Dasha will never have a proper burial
She will only be remember by the taste of her blood and the smell of her dry skin
