On my canvas linen bed
I can’t be seen
But feed
Delicious red fruit
By the arm of an avalanche
-And the tips of frostbitten antlers

Friendly chains in a timely manner
I assume someone paid them to keep me in *******
They would never do this to me without strange reason, besides
I’m a euphoric little *******
Squinting with my bedroom eyes
Hinting at with shrewd surprise
That our skin is all but melting