ive grown used to sinking into walls
and changing my colour
i wither, i shrink
til i'm at the end of my wick
a fire trapped rolling under the feet of giants
once burning words careening from the sky like thunder
simmering to a breath
and i don't quite know where to look
anymore
so i don't
they cant see thoughts behind murmurs
and changed skin
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
ive grown used to sinking into walls
and changing my colour
i wither, i shrink
til i'm at the end of my wick
a fire trapped rolling under the feet of giants
once burning words careening from the sky like thunder
simmering to a breath
and i don't quite know where to look
anymore
so i don't
they cant see thoughts behind murmurs
and changed skin