Jun 21
confession is poison that I pour into their open mouths my body is torn.
like a ripped flower take me in your arms and warm me in your palms.
I'll submerge into you and become one with you even if you object.
what does one do without you in this world how do I escape the anguish?
my imagination sleeps around cigarette butts and unread books.
I don't know how to function.
we're falling asleep together in the upper bunk bed of a couchette car and you say "thank you".
but I've forgotten my lines my hand is falling asleep and for some reason I'm trying to escape.