so come on, baby
the walls are thinner
than the skins that shelter us
and i've placed myself
in the bruise of a body
that has not felt like home in years
sleep flees the corners of my eyes,
my pulse curls around my shaking hands,
and the shelled echoes of my heart startle and stir
and quivering, shuddering
my body begs,
my body strains
to escape me
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
so come on, baby
the walls are thinner
than the skins that shelter us
and i've placed myself
in the bruise of a body
that has not felt like home in years
sleep flees the corners of my eyes,
my pulse curls around my shaking hands,
and the shelled echoes of my heart startle and stir
and quivering, shuddering
my body begs,
my body strains
to escape me
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