Mar 2016
tethered to bed and bruise
cut through orange and flesh
you can swim between chest and shoulder
disassemble my ribs for the chance to breathe and in exchange i'll write you into my wall
yet still i want to take something more than motion from you
cut through orange and flesh
you can swim between chest and shoulder
disassemble my ribs for the chance to breathe and in exchange i'll write you into my wall
yet still i want to take something more than motion from you
i am more than this frame; i feel hurt, i feel ashamed
(18/th ringz of saturn)
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