Tidal wave of information,
My fate is just your gossip.
First love, first touch,
You ask me how I lost it.
I confess of nights of water
Flowing up above red eyes.
These secrets are not yours to share,
My bellies up, my pride
Put on a plate for you to dissect
With leather, rubber, fire.
Your brow will crack in two tonight,
My flesh is burning; I tire.
I would lay down next to you,
But the earth would crumble out.
I’d fall past him, towards old feelings;
Beneath your crumpled,
Furrowed
Brow.
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 2:06 AM UTC
Tidal wave of information,
My fate is just your gossip.
First love, first touch,
You ask me how I lost it.
I confess of nights of water
Flowing up above red eyes.
These secrets are not yours to share,
My bellies up, my pride
Put on a plate for you to dissect
With leather, rubber, fire.
Your brow will crack in two tonight,
My flesh is burning; I tire.
I would lay down next to you,
But the earth would crumble out.
I’d fall past him, towards old feelings;
Beneath your crumpled,
Furrowed
Brow.
