feverish, rain down on me, heaven I beg you.

Foot stuck, love struck where lungs expand into wings under reaching hands when it’s all bones and no flesh, all drums with no melody. It’s a goddamn race. They are running, panting. And I’m dancing, dancing my feet off the legs that carry the spirit, the lacy movements of my restless hands. Embroidered with all the words working in my favor, I hear the tick tick clicking of the wheels forming one, one whole for one. 

One faithful night I abandon all my belief to search for the truth and I find it in knowledge past down like a seed, form a seed and I believe it is time to turn on the hunger again, to surrender the cutlery to the table and eat with my hands. Let my teeth do the cutting and gather it on my tongue, I am ready for the heat of the uncooled. I am cool as a fish, you cannot best me with your cool, with your metal hooks and hooded spirits.

My hair is ready for braiding, protect me, rip me of the dead that leave willingly, what’s done is done. I shall weep in fall.

sick, I am prohibited to speak my voice authentically, there is saliva in my thought, not my, not my-y-y-y-y-yyyyyy, I thought, suck it up.

my whole cycle is messed up and I am sick again for the first time after a long period of frequent sickness. my arms feel heavy, ready to put it down, down that animal, sit. stay, good dog.

I was better when I was worse.

why don't I carry a notebook with me anymore...?

I'm done, so done, I am open for a new fantasy (novel)