smoke halos, pilot blue
problem: no restraint. i want to gorge myself on the very marrow of all things. saturate every last nerve until it is soaking, dripping and sticky with exhaustion. only then can i pull out.
torrential tides are still rising and subsiding in my throat. sizzling acidic, hissing suffocation. but not for long. they will erupt and drown me. scatter me. fill the caverns under my eyes until i am swollen like a korean orpheline, just up from thick dreams.
je m'allonge par terre. give in to gravity. let it suck me through a straw.
torrential tides are still rising and subsiding in my throat. sizzling acidic, hissing suffocation. but not for long. they will erupt and drown me. scatter me. fill the caverns under my eyes until i am swollen like a korean orpheline, just up from thick dreams.
je m'allonge par terre. give in to gravity. let it suck me through a straw.