The atoms that make up my body are particles of dirt,
The wind swept me away, now I'm particularly hurt.
Adam was the snake and Eve was the tree;
We're the worm left wriggling between teeth.
My rib cage gives birth to insects and palpitations
While my brain ********** quietly with anticipation
Keeping thoughts hidden in old socks and between sheets,
Pain, a private pleasure meant only for-
Me and my delicate expectations, shatter upon fingering
With religious dedication. Probe the world in its delicate place,
Where time ceases to exist and life has been erased.
-SLuR
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
The atoms that make up my body are particles of dirt,
The wind swept me away, now I'm particularly hurt.
Adam was the snake and Eve was the tree;
We're the worm left wriggling between teeth.
My rib cage gives birth to insects and palpitations
While my brain ********** quietly with anticipation
Keeping thoughts hidden in old socks and between sheets,
Pain, a private pleasure meant only for-
Me and my delicate expectations, shatter upon fingering
With religious dedication. Probe the world in its delicate place,
Where time ceases to exist and life has been erased.
-SLuR
