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you taste more bitter each day, you red strawberry.

you sound more violent each say, you bird awaiting prey.


I lick my lips full of the salty rain that fell not from the sky, but I swear it's something in my eye.

I close my eyes as you pinch my thighs, breathing into my neck, ready to bite and kill me at any time.

how rude I might say and how predictable you make me, I'm the one truly baking.

baking my brain that's already been fried, can't you see that you make the green cry?

I'm what you need to follow, if not your world will be more hollow. your heart will shatter, but what does it matter? the traces of footprints will only be sighted because the knots on the ropes have been tight a bit.

shut up, shut up, shut up. can't you see how blind the world is and how blind you make me to be. how inconceivably ludicrous the idea of grim will be. how heartbreakingly, pain seething the emotions will scream. how shadowy and dark the smoke falls from my throat to my eyes, you leak out and suffocate me till it's all said and dry.

I'll cough and cough and shake and shake and I'll scream and scream so mutely and i will fall and fall over with my weak knees. I'll talk and talk and I'll choke and choke until the thought of you will leave because how imaginary it would be if you actually left. imaginary.

and the rain will drop like acid into your eyes and the words will stab you weak skinny thighs. I'll pour every worry and make you quiver in fear. what will he do now, my dear? what will they all do because your problems will make them through. you're a rose with hidden thorns and how hidden they are is an understatement to your pink lips that twitch in time with you hands.

I'll give my all... grim will you leave? as long as I heave?

unbelievably weak.

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