2/6/13

Keegan Crawford

A candle melting all the way down until it's nothing but a wick


Watch me turn into a bat

and fly into a cave,

I will light candles by my bed

on the ceiling,

to feel no remorse for killing something

feels strange and alien,

my wings are long and I won't know the difference

between having arms and having wings after a while,

I don't want to drink blood but it's necessary for my survival





Play Duality by Slipknot


cut me in half with a chainsaw (think of the sound of a bone breaking)

when you cut something



you are actually putting something very small

between other very small things

to separate them



put your hand between my hands



Keegan Crawford lives in Portland, OR, where he makes music, writes poetry and prose, and wears black.

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