It's a scary thing to know
That you're goin nowhere in life
And you will end up
As a burnout
A fat piggy *****
Laying on the side of the street
Because you were too in love
To notice happiness.

How much longer can I sit in the dark
before I melt away?
Counting down the days, even though I know
You're counting too.
And your counting is filled to the brim with meaning, more so than mine, close to the point of overflow
25
You toss the words around and test them on pink stained lips
24
"Will I make it that long?"
23
"I can't wait"
22
"My head hurts"
21
"I'm sorry"

some connections can't be adequately explained
freezing wind and gilded ceilings, mousy brown roots
on bubblegum hair
keeping a scarf in place is too hard, and staying inside is too easy
(the bottom has cobblestones)
why is there is only such thing as effortless
when the air is cold enough to burn?
(the best veins are beneath the lids of my eyes)
if footsteps don't echo there's neither point nor interest
menthol, sorbitol, glycerin, xanthan
I exhale mint when I breathe in the world.