my love
would you be
bothered if I
told you
that I blame you
for breathing
I lie awake
listening to the air
scraping your throat
as you sleep
I need to escape
your oppressive body
heat rhythmic breathing
your parasitic hugs
absorb me
steal my breath
the gooey dough
softness of your body
bleeds out
past its boundary
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 12:48 PM UTC
my love
would you be
bothered if I
told you
that I blame you
for breathing
I lie awake
listening to the air
scraping your throat
as you sleep
I need to escape
your oppressive body
heat rhythmic breathing
your parasitic hugs
absorb me
steal my breath
the gooey dough
softness of your body
bleeds out
past its boundary
poems from my twenties
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