The flashes of the explosions are close enough
to touch if you wanted to burn your fingers
on the sky, and the glare rocks our shadows back
against the brick, as if chaos snapped
our pictures in the dark.
photo / 美撒郭
writing / BILL ZAVATSKY
Tag: new wave
Bvrth | Eye Gouger
HAPPENS IN THAT BACKSEAT.
DEVIL’S WORK,
RED PANTIES.
365 HOURS A WEEK
photo / (x)99.
writing / Kendall Hill
Banadu | Bring in Light
The rest is you and your morphine.
Suburban Depression | The Foreign Resort
One day I will go to the beach.