im enamored by the bare bones hanging from your gums
they remind me of the time my body lost its skin whenever my veins and organs and such slipped through its cage
its been a while since ive thought of the monster hiding underneath my - non-social media - persona
excuse me while i check my twitter
forget the instrumental tone of the paper bag holding your fast food crumbling beneath your grasp because it is what is behind this smile the (arguably) faster food that fills empty hearts, minds, lives
but who are you without these bare bones? is it reason alone that compels me to stop staring- or the fact that i just got a new notification
excuse me while i . . .
this can also be titled modern Romance, a ~satire~