08 The Love Issue · 8 of 12
but saying It, I can't
fluttering from ribcage to grey matter stumbles in words I study lingering vibrations on my skin the urge for each boxed thought to find a new light deep breathes not removing your air on exhale the stillness of nature disturbed with my high pitch telling you about it a study of character when I’m distancing my literature essays sourceless illumination heatless liquifying of my sturdy walls parasitic worms demolishing my daydreams with you prickled blushes blooming defiant gazes twitching fingers for yours
where is my body? why is it no longer mine? to which I owe you my lack of autonomy and to which I don’t want it back.