its the kind of 3 pm that holds blood stained walls gently beneath purple skinned fingers
plastic wrap skin tries to conceal wire veins but i am hot coffee that is two thirds ***** i am razors too small too dull
you are sunlight but it is overcast, my dear, and i still slather on sun block
nail polish on the tip of my tongue, fresh snow between toes of bare feet
thoughts plagued with death and flesh and bones and blood, blood, blood
beneath my fingernails and creased in my knuckles and pumping through this fragile body
vultures and insects will clean your bones, my dear
drip birthday candle wax along my eyebrows, metal spoons clink against teeth
an eighteen wheeler going 72 miles per hour down the highway
stopped by me, would it even stop?