(mischievous) sin; throw your collapsed arms around my body,
you make me so, so, selfishly weak.
shape shift into my throbbing and elastic skin, perpetually suffocate me with your breath;
promise you won't resurrect alone.
pale flesh:
you're in bloom. your old petals have grown in disarray, crooked teeth bear a smile of reluctance.
dust has collected like the last spring on earth,
*there's nothing anyone can do but mourn for you when you're dead.