For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves.
I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand,
I unhook my ribs, spread my lungs flat on a chair.
I dissolve like a remedy in water, in wine.
I spill without staining, and leave without stirring the air.
I do it for love. For love, I disappear.
When our breasts arrived
as a kind of currency, we’d tug
our camisoles low, use
our newfangled bodies to haggle
with the ice cream man. The winner
was the girl who received her chocolate cone
for free, who sucked on candy cigarettes
the same way she wore a training bra.
That summer my pockets grew forests
of hand-tied maraschino cherry stems:
tampered evidence that I might one day be worthy
of kissing. In exchange for rides
on the handlebars of their bikes,
we’d let the boys bite
the beads off our candy
necklaces until the chokers
resembled punched out teeth.
From their slobber, blue and violet
stained my throat where the sweetness
had once been, so I suppose,
Your Honor, I was preparing
Megan Falley | "Beginning in an Ice Cream Truck
and Ending in a Court Room” (after Kim Addonizio)
what if the finale isnt crowley or abaddon winning the throne
what if its dean
Dean would rule hell. Cas would rule heaven.
And because of the love for each other everything would be balance.
And Sam could live a normal life on earth like he always wanted to be.
oH MY FUCKING GOD
Please please please
WHAT? ENDING AT SEASON 9? 10 AT MOST?