you and me have the same face, same frequencies plucking at our vocal cords;
we both like to scream and we both run away, but
your hands have sewn their own quilts, and haven't allowed
them to cover me in your warmth. where are you and why did you leave?
i was already gone the day my face came from yours. there are oceans
of your perfume everywhere I go and every breath I take resounds in a
hollow cage derivative of yours. fuck you and your bloodline smeared across
skies of blue. you are the sunset-you force the darkness on my shoulders.
