give nothing to yourself
my skin accumulates genocides
like dust on a window sill
your face is a polaroid developing backwards in my brain
another morning waking up in the body i am destroying
-he comes apart-
i put my hand in your pocket
and you say nothing
which is exactly what i want to hear.
like dust on a window sill
your face is a polaroid developing backwards in my brain
another morning waking up in the body i am destroying
-he comes apart-
i put my hand in your pocket
and you say nothing
which is exactly what i want to hear.
2 Comments:
fantastic last line.
lovely
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