the longer and farther away you are,
your image browns in my brain.
your skin fades,
and i know that to reach your core again,
it would take so much of my time, biting away at the rotten parts.
you live there,
behind inches, then feet, then yards of softened pome -
the acid pool ever growing between my mouth and your core.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
the longer and farther away you are,
your image browns in my brain.
your skin fades,
and i know that to reach your core again,
it would take so much of my time, biting away at the rotten parts.
you live there,
behind inches, then feet, then yards of softened pome -
the acid pool ever growing between my mouth and your core.