what were you wielding inside of me? would you conceal my apology? struggle with seething uncertainty kick it with iron unhurried feet live with a razor beneath your tongue whistles have blown now & bells have rung keep silly speeches inside your lungs forget rhyming couplets we may have sung
cast off the mainland in quarantine bandage your abscesses until they cease bruises on fruit weighing down the trees precious to you, precious now to me
I see your figure hovering above I hear you breathe elevator hum I don't want to spit on myself for love but I'll push back if I think I feel your shove handle my insolence with a kiss your legs shouldn't be quite as strong as this I can't come up now or I think I'll miss I'll sleep wrapped in plastic to hear your hiss
millions of possible ruined lives living alone in the drainage pipes where do they go if their souls don't die? where do they go if their souls don't fly? millions of never-been ruined lives living alone in the drainage pipes where do they go if their souls don't die? will I go there too or just open my eyes and be a baby again stillborn reincarnated again