i'm fading in and out from reality on
a beanbag chair hazy faces swim thick
then slow through my eyes and
i'm floating out of my body
my friends are dancing as my
air drips into the cracks between
my vertebrae i trip over beer cans and
cigarettes butts on my way to the curb
feel things around me breathe and
release as i threaten to drift away severed
clean down the middle razor burn
festers on my arm and inside my sternum
YOU ARE READING
please don't die
Puisiafter dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
