Skin is looking in
on us

Wondering
what

bag of ***
it is holding

Wondering
how

did this become
my fate

your guts
held cookie cutter

danced with the others
lightly

it would steer
off another

fit in
school along

i spooned a day
out of these

to spill around
my plants

ashen in color
remainders

splayed carcass
like a flower

rot seeding all
renamed nutrient

who don't i trust
to surprise me

enlie me
to you

it won't
last long

skint needs
to hold