the feel of a scribble
a sentence
a sense of misdirection
of lips on skin
affection
back off my baseline i'm running scared from something i can't see
lips on lips on ***** on me
lose myself in the back of my skull
let the words come from somewhere
fumbling bumbling like bees
nowhere to be seen
break my spine bending backwards for people with no intention of staying
cry so violently the earth rumbles and shakes around me
lose my temper like a volcano
lose friends like it's my profession
confess my sins to gods who were never listening
praise my own name
I am light
I am power
I am blood made from iron and flesh born from a ****** womb
write my way to a padded room
baby sized coffins for shoes
why fear mortality when all i want is to sleep forever
let my love rain down like shooting stars
burn it down until the pain stops
regrow like a pine barren
death every night
rebirth every morning
disorienting dualistic cycles of existence
endless circles down the drain
so just ******* kiss me