my body contorts
along white bedsheets boasting basic blue flower print.
i stretch, without direction - fingertips reach cosmic deeps, i think.
curtains mostly drawn; one sliver of sun let in.
globular of lonely, swung
out into this far-off nook of hook and warm-no-more:
i am, now,
chemical alter
on the downswing. where
is my attraction?
stuck in space
deep,
pitted in sleep that wakes the Fates (that do not exist),
only bored ice dust and
lifeless true blue neutrinos swarm about my body.
i used to have pull;
gravitational cool.
now i am tons of tundra,
acres of bleck lol melodrama,
a mess, always
in bed:
it makes me.
it always has.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
my body contorts
along white bedsheets boasting basic blue flower print.
i stretch, without direction - fingertips reach cosmic deeps, i think.
curtains mostly drawn; one sliver of sun let in.
globular of lonely, swung
out into this far-off nook of hook and warm-no-more:
i am, now,
chemical alter
on the downswing. where
is my attraction?
stuck in space
deep,
pitted in sleep that wakes the Fates (that do not exist),
only bored ice dust and
lifeless true blue neutrinos swarm about my body.
i used to have pull;
gravitational cool.
now i am tons of tundra,
acres of bleck lol melodrama,
a mess, always
in bed:
it makes me.
it always has.
