𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ━━ 𝚄𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎

life: death on it's most affable behaviour.

  2/7/21

to live is to die; existing is playing dress-up.
                 seeking solace in the refuge
                 of cotton security.
                 a warmth that soothes
even the most severe, cold sores of existence.
                  lightning-high tides thrash
                  against our face.
                         vicious
                          frozen
                           raw.
                              purple passports to
                          hypothermia pirouette across our
                          complexions,
                              hold my hand jack
                              the world is flooding
                     and we are drenched;
    (in the pity of our stillborn lives.)
                    scrubbed
                  bare.
                now
                 we are living.
                  part your cotton curtain
                  and you will find
                     your rotting glory;
                       a buffet:
          liberation and ribcage aquarium,
              and the putrid smell of anguish
                       that commemorates your death
                  (a life that has just begun)
                              to live.