HEAVY METALS / KRYST LE GRIF

1.
I drag from the cigarette stolen from your lip
The filter absorbing nicotine, chemicals and spit
I suck in the smoke pretending it’s you.

2.
Tequila soaked air floating above us as we harmonize deep breaths
A drunken stupor slumber, two cretins folded in blankets
And a deep ache for more that I burrow.

3.
Tangled deep in sheets and anchored to my mattress
Memories project on my frontal cortex of when we stood too close.

KRYST LE GRIF / PHILADELPHIA, PA

Kryst Le Grif, aquarian alien queen assimilating amongst homo sapiens, although most times just feels like an out-of-towner, faking it in a flesh costume.  Running away from a sordid matriarchy only to find herself in deja vu.  Hoping to spin brain bees and nightmares into something more worthy one day.

Recently she has started a little zine with hopes of it evolving: https://www.facebook.com/legrifexploits