syrup tones slip from your puckered bud of a mouth oil from your eyes staining, not quite reaching your rusty smile tendons creak as your teeth grind forcing little things to trust you "come lie down a while...
they fluttter smile sparkle the stained glasss window gleams in response two of them mirrroring floating gently down resting on sillls made of freckles
chewing diamonds intestines are stalagmites of ice ribs are crystals i shatter my fingernails shoving them under the ridges of rock that is my purple frozen corpse