You've poured cement down my veins. You've petrified my heart. Everything is sore and numb and dumb. My skin is boiling away in a convulsive allergy to dishonesty. My bones ran out of crimson love — the love I reserved for my eyes, my ears, my thoughts, and my instincts. In 42 minutes and uncountable sentences, you’ve torn me apart. I stitch myself back together. I'm now a copper-colored shape held together by cold, blue veins and the burning sweat of despair. I've lost everything in a fire and a flood.
Stains
Stains
Stains
You've poured cement down my veins. You've petrified my heart. Everything is sore and numb and dumb. My skin is boiling away in a convulsive allergy to dishonesty. My bones ran out of crimson love — the love I reserved for my eyes, my ears, my thoughts, and my instincts. In 42 minutes and uncountable sentences, you’ve torn me apart. I stitch myself back together. I'm now a copper-colored shape held together by cold, blue veins and the burning sweat of despair. I've lost everything in a fire and a flood.