where was i
back then u were
pulling webs out of a spider
i digged graves
subsisted on bones
crushed tomatos
to stain my lips red
CRIME makes poetry that bleeds all over and feeds on everything. CRIME is an autistic, queer, depressed cephalopod. CRIME hates cops gods n borders and she doesn't trust u. they've published in varsity goth's coffin corner, reality beach, and peach mag and tweet @metanyme