Feb 2014
Science
Bathed in electric impulse, drowning in syrupy endorphins, I breathe a swampy breath through your tangled hair. Your bare feet are pressed against the windshield, toe knuckles white from curling. You slither your tongue around the twisted contours of my ear and I writhe like a primordial amoeba in a cesspool of gene pools. Evolution is a joke.
Souls
Ostensible existence, like life in a dream where someone grabs you by your ears, shouting, “This is real!” before their hands are vapor and they float away. You watch the mist of your assailant and remember that you’re dreaming. You wake up, hopefully next to someone. Someone who holds you by your ears and whispers that she’s real. Someone who’ll evaporate, who you’ll evaporate to follow.
Bathed in electric impulse, drowning in syrupy endorphins, I breathe a swampy breath through your tangled hair. Your bare feet are pressed against the windshield, toe knuckles white from curling. You slither your tongue around the twisted contours of my ear and I writhe like a primordial amoeba in a cesspool of gene pools. Evolution is a joke.
Souls
Ostensible existence, like life in a dream where someone grabs you by your ears, shouting, “This is real!” before their hands are vapor and they float away. You watch the mist of your assailant and remember that you’re dreaming. You wake up, hopefully next to someone. Someone who holds you by your ears and whispers that she’s real. Someone who’ll evaporate, who you’ll evaporate to follow.
