I was 23 the last time I cut into milky white flesh
Just below the pelvic bone
Hushed screams under shallow curtains of air and water
Deliver me
I'm awake
So awake
Coercing the wind to carry me
Forcing lucid dreams
Slowly choking up flem
In awe of flesh like textures that touch the mouth
Lips teeth tongue

Why do we carry these things within  us
We'll be better tomorrow
I swear