close your eyes you still can't listen
waves crashing, crushing phrase by phrase
heartbeat, a storybook, only without a plot
stomach growl, head falling to ground
a body with the most denial
gravity in your ears, did you find a root?
believe me when i say i'm soundproof

wish for no space between liquid and solid
aqueous girl, scared teeth can't sing a song
in a box, bones and hair
flesh twitching covered in tears
you can't stand, eyes fixed open
here's my control, i'll give it to you
how can you be so real?

Leak
Hear the toilet cries
Escape from her, the heart knows
But the ship has sunk

Whirlpool
Choked with saltwater
Corrosives in tropic lungs
Breathe the sun, be fine

Float**
Ice cream on soda
We were born waterlilies
Can we swim? Can we?

It doesn't matter.
The chest is for the unknowns;
Mine is torn open.

I'd like to meet you
tomorrow. Sunday morning
in a dying church

I escaped the warmth
so that I could see. Your eyes
are looking at mine

I would like to wash
your face. With my tears that soon
would turn into blood

thank you control for leaving me instead of life, should i be grateful for something that doesn't leave me even when i don't know anymore how to fight for it? at least something stays with me. though everything within is withering & i'm like a hollow shell only that i can move freely according to society. thank you society for giving me free will and free air. my lungs are tired by laughing at your jokes, now they are the jokes themselves. the only thing healthy in my body is social construction or else i can't walk in peace. i still hide when i eat. do you have anything else to say? i'm writing notes

these words, i wanted
them to be read. but maybe
even that's too much.

can i be a bird, mimicking the wind?
can i forget my lungs, can i leave the heart beating?
can i have the wings, flying through
the pain of all worlds?

at night am i a blinking eye
curling on death's palm, trying to sleep?

can i be a bird, lost in a city?
can i make a home, can i give a try?
can i have the wings, flying to the moon
where all children belong?

at night am i a boy privilege
crushing my soul, confused at the silence?

can i pray to god, can i do something?
can i believe in love, can i breathe your words?
can i be a star, can i be a cross?

carry me, i'm tearing up
for the grief, for the loss

carry me, i'll bring you
to where we were
before