Chocolate pudding pillows press to cheekbone.
Lips. Make a sound. Muffled. I can't hear.
I can see your tongue escape your mouth and
fall. To the ground. Hungry. I can taste.
We once prepared fine dining applesauces and
store brand condensed soups on the asphalt.
Chocolate pudding pillows press to your cheekbone
But. Will not stop. At that. Happy now?
I can see your eyes struggle to appear
cogent. To the world. Orbit. E. V. A.
We once loved like children now we play like it's
more than ***** and finger inside.

I take the deepest breath I ever have as I
can't bear to see you sink.
Let's both breathe
cho co late
pu dding.