infected with where i live
chemical fights, blinking back salt and holding out satin sighs...
until the lock clicks.
this is mutant privilege, shrivel like a relic against stitched veneer: at least the floorboards beneath greet the pressings of my hips.
would you hold me like water in your palm, chase the pearl i'll never credit?
the echoes up the banister push the metal around my neck to my mouth, begging to be accepted. burns ill in the prospect of actions corrected. but i notice it most during things that haven't happened yet: clawing the pink into my arms, matting my hair in the pathetic despair of dawn, coaxing hoarse vowels from my throat, reassurance in living for the lights who love to choke. i hope you choke...
white box, shoelace memories get lost, we sat down and decided we won't miss each other. and for what was my decision, it sure hurt me like i was the mother. spin, tick, tick, like the mornings i'll continue to refuse, tick, tick, like the bigger aches shielded on the news, and tick, tick, goes the timer embedded in every bruise.
still i dreamt that it worked and woke up missing you?
until the lock clicks.
this is mutant privilege, shrivel like a relic against stitched veneer: at least the floorboards beneath greet the pressings of my hips.
would you hold me like water in your palm, chase the pearl i'll never credit?
the echoes up the banister push the metal around my neck to my mouth, begging to be accepted. burns ill in the prospect of actions corrected. but i notice it most during things that haven't happened yet: clawing the pink into my arms, matting my hair in the pathetic despair of dawn, coaxing hoarse vowels from my throat, reassurance in living for the lights who love to choke. i hope you choke...
white box, shoelace memories get lost, we sat down and decided we won't miss each other. and for what was my decision, it sure hurt me like i was the mother. spin, tick, tick, like the mornings i'll continue to refuse, tick, tick, like the bigger aches shielded on the news, and tick, tick, goes the timer embedded in every bruise.
still i dreamt that it worked and woke up missing you?