Blue and silver, blue and silver.

Dancing and spinning: Adorning the gift he delivers.

Blue and silver, silver and white.

A gift never given: Lovers only fight.

And so I'm reminded, of blue and of silver

One year has gone by and I'm still yet to deliver.

Lovers may leave, and I'll never forget.

**** blue and silver, I have not one regret.

We can't have colour on our profiles.

We can't have colour on our streets.

We can't have colour on our bodies.

We can't have *colour?

Body (and what a body)

Bone, exposing chromosomes while you're all alone getting dome.

Marzipan from orifices tastes like ***.

Gross.
Fin.

**Like a dolphin.

Body

Is this thing on?

I am not dead.
Ha!
I ache.
I curl into a fist.

...Ashes to ashes...
A single, calcified tear.
You heard me.
...The darkness...

Clambake!

Inside a dream, inside a dream, inside a dream.
Don't pet the cat that way.
You sent this to me in your sleep.
DO YOU HEAR ME SAYING NOTHING?
...Nothing.
The end.