Aug 3
It clings
a velvet fog inside my chest,
sweet with rot,
syrup-slow and
darker than bone.
I dance,
light candles,
run toward the sun
still it hums
like a second heartbeat
that forgot how to stop.
a velvet fog inside my chest,
sweet with rot,
syrup-slow and
darker than bone.
I dance,
light candles,
run toward the sun
still it hums
like a second heartbeat
that forgot how to stop.
