sometimes you've got to let the air touch the bottom of your lungs. 
let it plunge to the depths and very fibres of your being.

then you will know what it truly means to live.

what if
the stars aren't twinkling
they're trembling
because they
are afraid
of heights.

The gaps between her fingers;
That was where he wanted to be.
The spaces she didn't realise could be filled.

she was carved from the inside
a hollow willow full of heavy liquid
which seeped through her bones
and blurred the world.

aliens,
where did you come from,
you mystical beings?
who gave you permission
to attend the biggest party
that is the universe?

At first glance, she was sweet. 
Fresh, ripe, and the air of spring
lingered on her skin. 
But you sunk your teeth into her;
tried to taste her and found bitterness. 

Now she's got bite marks and 
you keep spitting on the ground.

don't change your flavour
so that other people can eat you up.

remember 
your days
are
numbered.