Let fractals grow beneath my fingertips so I can feel them spiral through my veins
as salt water percolates through suppurating wounds.
Let me lie supine in the open air of dysphoric intimacy
So the cold creeps through the subterranean skin of my chest
Let my blood flush my cheeks and spread unrelentingly
excoriating the flesh of my exposed body supplicating itself before the sky.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
Let fractals grow beneath my fingertips so I can feel them spiral through my veins
as salt water percolates through suppurating wounds.
Let me lie supine in the open air of dysphoric intimacy
So the cold creeps through the subterranean skin of my chest
Let my blood flush my cheeks and spread unrelentingly
excoriating the flesh of my exposed body supplicating itself before the sky.
