Your lemon slice smile
Already a 4
I feel the tremor
Like sitting on a washing machine
Its turning under me
But I barely move

I see the balloon of your scream deflate around the room
6.3
I spread my legs for a crack in the floor.

Tap. Choke. Slap. Stroke.
8.9
The sun falls and shatters
Shards of light cut my knees
I’m under the table of my consciousness

My heart beats in seismic waves

I love you
I smelled the lies on your breath and they gave me a bruise

The feathers of my words choke me until I let them out
they cry like vultures around the decaying room
they pluck the lemon from your lips