I wrote these to the Song of your Silence.

[speculativdrama]

 --Brittle Broken Furry Things--
"Everyone is kind of in love with you"
he said,
his lips tasting my hair.
And every tiny part of me
pulled.
And the little furry thing
that live inside my chest
scurried out.
across the table.
Hiding in the piles and secrets,
stacked between the books.

There's a hollow tied with string.
a bow keeping the longing in.
And this tiny thing with teeth
this fragile, ferocious creature.
is tangled in the tether.
threatening
to let it all spill out.
every time he says its name.

--Explode Me into Glitter--
I think you may just like
the shiny brittle things.

I think you may be drawn
to what draws to you.

I think you may wake up tomorrow
and think, "but where have I left
my keys?"

I think you hover in the electricity
to keep your skin wearing tight.

The brightness of our eyes
does so well for your complexion.

I think you may just like the sparkle of our cracks
I think you may pull close the chords tied to you

I think you may wake up tomorrow.

But I can live with that today.

--Missing Parts--
Your shape is tiny.
and broken.
Eloquent in its unfinishedness.
like the echo
of half a sentence
killed
in the static
of an old phone.
"I thought...
to the heart...
of..."
Like goodbye left unsaid.

--The Matter of Breathing--
the air is different
like a gasp of accidental water
like the view of the surface
from below
i never want to come up
but the tiny silver bubbles
always tell me I must follow
where they go