❈° 🐀 𝒮𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒯 𝒩𝐼𝒞𝐻☯𝐿𝒜𝒮 𝐼𝒮 𝒜 𝒮𝒯𝑅𝐸𝐸𝒯 𝐼𝒩 𝐵𝒰𝒮𝐻𝒲𝐼𝒞𝒦 🐀 °❈

Lauren Badillo Milici

blessed be the boy who slits his own throat before someone else can. let us pray. the meetings are held in a church basement still, and it’s nice to have hobbies. a long dark hallway and you, clawing at the exit door. i’m glad you didn’t die. i’m glad someone called. six witnesses, right? a mother. a store owner. someone else’s son. i google how to get blood out of tile. i look up how long someone has to wait before they can date. i let you cum inside me because you asked so nicely, because it seemed like you needed it. sorry about the kitchen knives. sorry i can’t be the madonna you want.

⋆ 🎀 𝒲𝐻𝐸𝒩 𝒲𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝒴😍𝒰 𝒮𝒯❤𝒫 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒯𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 🎀 ⋆

Lauren Badillo Milici

i get what’s in your heart but no one really knows it—

the little house kept like a museum

and Dickinson, a ghost. girl detectives in the foyer.

we carried your grief up the stairs, found a place.

here’s a pinecone here’s a daffodil. here’s the bleeding, again.

the worst part is not what you think.

Lauren Badillo Milici is a Jersey-born, Florida-raised poet and writer based in Brooklyn. She is the author of Sad Sexy Catholic from CLASH Books. When she isn’t crafting sad poems about sex, she’s either writing or shouting into the void about film, TV, and all things pop culture.

@motelsiren