.

this will mark the end of my journey;
for the next time i speak, you will be there.

the anatomy of unfaith

my diaphragm dome
rises and depletes according to your lies
my ribcage sliding
open and close
open and close
fast and imploding when i feel your diamond
muscles contracting
and my diamond muscles will contract, too
and again
you steal my inner walls’ pretentiousness
how i’d love to hate you,
but my bones say no.

on my leather-bind book

hello, danger. you are my dying fire. flame that bursts out of my pretentious apocalypse and bangs my inner walls until i can’t see trough the smoke anymore.

just beyond that gray smoke, it’s you.

i close my eyes and they're here. i can feel them breathe.

you don’t know how crowded it is in my head,
even now they are holding me with their limbs.