it thumps so hard
as though it has been
captured in a cage
made of bones.
Brittle bones.
    Bones that could hardly handle my soul.
What made God think those weak bones
could maintain my raging heart?
Didn't he know you existed?

“have you seen him?”
my skin is clawing with curiosity.
I am dying to see him.
literally.

she is really weird and she likes fruits a lot,
especially apples and berries,but she
doesn’t eat apples and she only takes
synthetic berries, but she likes fruits a lot,
she could make a book out of them.