stuck
in my halfway head
in my almost room
in my nearly there house
one day soon
this day
will come soon
time stops for no one
but the sun

"I feel like I haven't done my best with you and I"
Unsure if this was
Confession or
Apology or
Promise
I agreed anyway

"Like sexually, I feel like I haven't put in my all"
I never knew
Submissive
Until a skinny boy with burns all down his chest
Put his hands
Around my throat

"I just think it can't happen just because an opportunity opens"
Doesn't he know I don't pass up chances
Time is a ticking bomb
Plus who knows
How long
We will both want to do this

"Better luck next time"
Ignite me again

heads between legs
head
severed
hanging

on by your fingertips
teeth
nails
scratching

the sides of your soul
nerves
noise
it's raining

wind howls round the house
cold
skin
I'm shaking

your ribs
rattling the cages

escape
you're a runaway

here is the safest

Our ******* in black bags
Smelling of coffee
Recycling bin filled with more liquor bottles than anyone else on the street
Today I realised
How long
We have taken pride in trash

You caressed
my *******
sneakily slipping fingers beneath
my sternum
to stroke the thumping valves
of my most important *****

Suddenly
your grip tightened
heart
ripped
through my ribs
to stick in your pocket
hanging halfway out
like some sort of sick
*******
keychain

Arteries attach us to each other ever since

Skin cracks
White rivers
A delta on the tip of my tongue
Let the words flow
I expand
I grow
In every direction
Until impossibility pulls me back
I have long ago learned
That pushing the limits means pains
This is not my concern
All I worry about now is
Truth and growth and flow

The world is melting
The delicate curve of her spine
Death by abundance
Her arms outspread
What we need most to live will be our demise
The longing in her eyes turns to fear
Rising higher each turn of the tides
A last reach to escape

She falls
We float

The earth as we know it is gone