expired
soldiers dancing on
our
healing backs;
morbid
youth flying
through
satirical thorns
deepened
with thicker
veined
patterns. paint
my
walls within the cradles
of
your eye maps because i
always
end up foreign in
your
velvet messy tears.
we
are flying in dreams and
in
stillness truth i am still
in
stillrain.
in
thunder she sleeps
with
black lines and art
aching
beneath her unprepared
shadow.
still, it rains and
stillrain
shadows are unborn
for
my nights.
i
don’t need your new songs
to
dance in this rain;
you
were inside me the entire
timeless.
