Hmm
The quiet density of a heavy ceiling.
I can't tell if caving
or breathing
Or maybe I'm exaggerating
my
phone exchange.

****
Somehow still I just
reallllllly
really
Want to cover up. Deep. Somehow.

My eyes are so full.
I feel sorry for the burn victims that got too close,
But then again, you can drop a cigarette and
BOOM
Outta ******* no where
your french toast
But cover me in honey, honey
And I swear not to flinch
Because these burn have let the skin expose my soul

And my soul doesn't speak in adjectives
but it climbs
And climbs
And climbs
And I don't know what I'm ******* looking for
but somehow I believe everything you've said.

Aloe
Alum


We are the same.
There's nothing else to it.