fog, saliva
suffocation,
a shrill scream

legs in mud,
no good,
stained air

a stop sign
burn it down
don't care

running
clouds rise,
this mess

is red
is paved -
with love stress

I care
I care
just too much

if you
were here
as my crutch

I'd run
right back
to stop sign

to paint
above, that
‘you’re mine’