crunchy
skies and crying
rainbows,
we all morbidly dance
in
stale seas against the same
incense
wall. folded eyes
teased
by plastic background
windshields.
all along you were
steady
and i kept bleeding
violent
kisses all over our
forged poem. we should not be
saddened
by the truth’s fallen
tempers;
we were already broken
before
the pieces divorced
with
unity. yet, we still cry
when our skin touches their
fearless.
