Monday, 22 April 2019

i will just write

until my knees bend clean
and the capital curls of
ignorance save us
all. save
us all.
hard shells under our
bleeding eyes holding
still while i capture their
silence. these grey lines
distracting me cleaver
sobering your tears
adding plastic wrap
onto your tongues.
time masturbating
with this page long enough
to end what i first said.
i am bleeding clean
i am asking you
to help me
drown.



invisible lined protection

after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...