Its half past making sense, we walk backwards in dream state with timebombs embedded into our chests.
Enveloped by overwhelming molecules, we’re Still unaware of our nervousness;; Split second decisions like Dipping your toes in instant coffee
I wont weep though its too hot
Breathe........... Air; sometimes warmer than usual inflowing from the back of my head circulating, blending with last week’s suppressed thoughts
there is no way out.
Just strands of nylon connecting us to our beds.
Insects living inside of me, Insects, whispering soft pleasing words One’s that ive heard a million times before.
Muted ears I peel fruits.
I eat both the fruit and the peels.
I wipe my dirty hands with the napkins I wrote on.
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