slip away

we enter a dream

i breathe in water + expel air
thru vibrant blue lungs

your face fractured and crumbling fast
dark spots burst in my vision
my eyes burn

you sing in rhyming couplets
from the bottom of a dark well
incinerating the cricket chir
into a call of lustful evangel

a tabernacle of infinite alienation
before i slip away

What I’m Reading:

“Time is a mother.

Lest we forget, a morgue is also a community center.”

— Ocean Vuong / “Not Even” / Time Is A Mother