𝘞 𝘏 𝘌 𝘕 𝘙 𝘈 𝘐 𝘕 𝘍 𝘈 𝘓 𝘓 𝘚

safe and sound.

my body is a crime scene
but you already knew that.
my hands were red-stained when they touched you.
my hands were red-stained when i fell down the stairs,
tumbling on my back them my face then my back,
legs kicked up. i looked like the dead cat on the road.
and my hands were red-stained when they were
wrapped around your neck. i watched.
you grew blue, then you grew pale, then you grew cold.
a sickly green, your lips were painted, and i kissed them
goodnight.

your soft eyes watched me, still frozen in horror.
now, i am dragging you across the jagged hardwood floor.
your lips seem to curl up in a smile
every time i struggle to carry you.
your lips seem to curl downwards
as i toss you in the fire.
it smells terrible, and it's almost like you are right there with me.

that night i struggle to sleep
because there's someone scooping me up.
i feel them breathe with me. and they're warm like fire.
and taste like it, too.
their lips know mine, their hands know mine,
their hearts knows where mine should be.
and as i burn up and die, they hold me.
as i turn charred and crisp with every touch, they hold me.
as i smoulder and still don't pull away from the kiss,
they hold me.
as the kiss deepens and i am turned to ash, they hold me.

— safe and sound.