my lips are cracked my bones are dry stretch my ribs open open open wide. meet your eyes to mine sending electricity down my spine; resting at the bottom of my pelvis. my skin to you my stomach's flat against organs and fluids. I'm filled with so much more than water. my legs feel/ cold and dry pressed again a window. I miss your monotonous confession of higher love.
whatever all this even means.
and you wonder if it's a bad case of indigestion.
all of these cute looks and ever so lovely haircuts will never never never never makeup for the loss of flight; my excess of sigh into our nonexistant souls. let me procrastinate this affair, smooth and slow, put off the depth of a thimble of water and ice. this suffocation of the live the clogged plumbing of my right atrium; 2:55 and a half a second left