bulging skin
soft indents
convex features
inhales you
prevails you

never succeeded
not once;
nor will i ever

forever enclosed
in my miniscule world
of tea and brittle bones

stop dreaming
stop fantasizing
stop the anticipation
ill end up dead
from dissatisfaction

ill never open my mouth
never, ever again
to deceptive sympathy
spitting promises in my face

whisper my name
softly but brutally
sweetly but imperious
as if i have a choice
of what goes in
and what goes out