heads up, there's no boundary between us
obviously, what's going on in that goofy mind of yours?
let's see, memories of you dropping ice cream all over you
don't you dare mention that, i'll fight you right outside
if i didn't talk about that, then how would i let you live it down?
never bring it up again, i'll have to wipe that smirk off your face
go ahead, miss, but trust me -- ah, see? your hands in mine
hands don't matter when my legs still exist, boy!
and? hey, that's my knee, you're gonna break it
not really, your bones are stable enough, you can take it
don't -- kick -- me, now, how do you feel?
still a little woozy and confused, why are our faces so close?
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
