[and if winter ends]
not a roadside confession.
on her hands and knees.
through wet grass.
thinking thoughts she shouldn't be.
different beds
and names
and faces.
cracked sidewalks.
a rusted sink.
single pillows and a pair of hands rummaging through my skin.
a new city: like a dream or the point of a safety pin.
and i am laughing constantly.
i say goodbye to one boy who i never meant to hurt.
and i dream his tears are cigarette burns along the column of my throat.
and there are tidal pools ballooning in my stomach.
inventing aftermath.
a long day falling through the window by my desk.
i look out
mutate.
forget i'm breathing.
and walk along the rooftop of the building across the street.
color stuck.
lines bent.
an idea caught in the threaded veins of my immediate sight.
not a tear shed, but a pocket full of rocks.
your world was scratching.
my world is drowning.
amphibious and wet
choking in the afterbirth.
sweat.
salt-water.
rain.
i
am
slipping.
[[libby]]
on her hands and knees.
through wet grass.
thinking thoughts she shouldn't be.
different beds
and names
and faces.
cracked sidewalks.
a rusted sink.
single pillows and a pair of hands rummaging through my skin.
a new city: like a dream or the point of a safety pin.
and i am laughing constantly.
i say goodbye to one boy who i never meant to hurt.
and i dream his tears are cigarette burns along the column of my throat.
and there are tidal pools ballooning in my stomach.
inventing aftermath.
a long day falling through the window by my desk.
i look out
mutate.
forget i'm breathing.
and walk along the rooftop of the building across the street.
color stuck.
lines bent.
an idea caught in the threaded veins of my immediate sight.
not a tear shed, but a pocket full of rocks.
your world was scratching.
my world is drowning.
amphibious and wet
choking in the afterbirth.
sweat.
salt-water.
rain.
i
am
slipping.
[[libby]]