honeymilk
put me back to sleep, fill up my skies red; dreams that last like candyfloss; i am sorry i asked to see behind the screen, spill honeymilk over my eyes; burn them even; keep me half-dazed, i ask no more questions, pull the veil down my head, kiss me through it again, lie to me,
consumption
i have learnt to eat out my hand, eat from my breath, eat this skin, these eyes that have half-closed; i don’t ask for much, simply, that you eat yours too, but the way your mind works; you will chew yourself out soon enough since every move i make is suspect, and i don’t have…
open again
turn the lights on, add a few more pages, what’s that ending? draw the curtain open again, look at that, the wind blows, who says it’s gone still? I can hear the sound of water trickling down somewhere, your smile still lights, your hands still sets petals flush, don’t set your sun down yet, there…
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