The ball dropped, the wrong type fast falling free falling not so much, wandering eyes snowballing quicker than before, steady though
Still as the frozen over layers of membrane You’ve been told that, do you see it? Do you see how hard it is for me to pull a zipper with missing and chipped notches?
I just want you to know that I’m fighting to give people the pieces I’ve been missing selfish because it fulfills me at the same time
Soon those notches will be replaced by your strong knuckles intact and your breath will be light but heavy hearted
Remember when I told you that when I’m not existant, I still shove my heart down other people’s rib cages?
Because I’ve been in places where my bones felt broken and my air was the only thing keeping me warm I know where the devil sleeps during storms and when he awakens to release his saliva and leave his marks on minds Come hither closer my dear, hover towards and feel my pulse become yours.