my eyes are buzzing; there are birds in my chest
and a hole where my throat ought to be.
my body is slick and empty. my stomach churns and I don’t know if i am harboring a fugitive in my organs or just seasick. no way to know.
my head is heavy but i have rusted too much to unscrew it now. i havent slept in millennia but i’m too old for that **** anyways.
my body is made of crushed light and heat, from biblically accurate dinosaur bones. take my lackluster god and step on her toes. you forgot your colors on my ******* neck.