context: I wrote this when I had the worst migraine to date. I don't know what I was thinking but I should've gone for a lie down. I felt worse after typing this shit out.
wrap me up in your wolfish fantasies
and spit me out in gold and red
through one eye I see
your face and the darkness
as it gathers behind me
like the billowing of silk scarves in the wind
silk scarves and cold throats
kiss'd by mouths of sultry women or older men
at the thought, there is a taste in my mouth
much like lack of air
air should be clean yet it is suffocating
I see greens and blues in the eye that is blind
this migraine hurts my stomach
but I feel nowhere else
I am desensitised
something in me feels sleepy, but I cannot (sleep)
I must sleep
one eye watches the colours spring to life
it curls and coils and is just out of reach
my eye cannot keep up
much like footsteps behind yours
it is a constant game, entertaining at first
but then I feel the weight of it all
like sleepy eyelids closing, though you will them to stay open
to guide yourself through the white night
the red burns holes in my head but I don't feel a thing
my hair is knotted against my pillow
all matted and unmanageable
I can't bear for you to see me in a state
so I hide, as always
behind the one eye
drawing the other closed
farewell
honestly i have no fucking clue what i was writing about here
