thoughts you think late at night are nothing compared to the way your eyes light up when you rescue a puppy from a drowning lake. i saw it, the slow revolve as you roll your eyes toward the sky - that is on fire! but you are unafraid, dancing in red light singing : if the sky falls then it is so. if the sky takes me, with ash, into the womb of the mother let it be so. if i am the unlucky other let it be so.
then your bones started to melt, bright white liquid spilling, orgasmic, from your fingertips, a rush of emotions blowing through the taut pull of your weather systems. its the never ending circle, a snake consuming you, inside & out
With humiliation seared across peach skin, hes skipping ahead sixteen times the recommended rate. Im killing rats underground, eating them and crying because of it. Slowly clouds are forming around his head while i scrub the dirt from his failing knees as he screams : nomore nomore wearegone