I'm all too happy when the serpent crashes through the window and screams at the apple that fed it as if to imply that a few leaves would cover up the glare behind them like the irradiated, dying body

But I'd like to know just which one of us can swallow the forest whole drink up all the oceans and gnash down on every piece of obsidian before the space comes to move us between the fractions and we realize

In between the soft clicks yellowing fade of a nearby voice where trees once stood and made prayer of consolation a protest you never witnessed I kneel in front of that particular, decelerated moment and

Make it warp glass thoughts careen on super highways of conversation where children play and smile as they are run over They back teeth into their gums snide remarks go unforgiven but the kids still make

The collarbone shifts Hazy becomes the way the borders breathe like so much snapping by trade winds she doesn't have to tell you twice weight is not carried on both ankles Reflective but not mirror-like

I know you from somewhere Our souls fit together somehow and you are my saviour I am pressing through the glass Purpose escaping my lips Next to the epileptic patterns I am creating to make you whole

I wanted to eat the smoke off your back while the world ends You could name every single animal by heart Deep wounds carved like neon yellow highways in your perceptions I could see it all in the Sunday

Arms swing blindly while the carpet folds necessity draws blanks in the open wounds before they were called the mothers of silk woven into the beams of light merciful texture Naked throne room and cautious

For most of my life I've hated myself. More than two-thirds, actually. I literally only started loving myself two and a half years ago. Okay, Okay, I probably loved myself a bit as a child, but I know

I watch you holding a knife like a date you've been postponing you breathe in colors you might not see my begging becomes some kind of mantra You could have loved the saturated emotions as much as I see