Slip

My heart is in your hands,

I don't need to shake your hand to know you have a firm grip.

Down the rabbit hole

in another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was going to get out again. There were doors all 'round the hall, but they were all locked, and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.

I am back with scars to show.

Press two fingers to my neck, show me a pulse

Tell me my signs are vital

I'm over this,

but the black circles under my eyes betray me.

Crack my ribs and I'll crack a smile (I promise),

fix what's broken, cut away the dead, amputate the sick, the sad, my mind.

This gangrene is spreading faster than you will ever know.

And it's all you, you're the goosebumps on my flesh, the shivers that rack my body in the night. You're the hair that comes out by handfuls in the shower, you're the lingering chill in my room, in my bed that used to know your warmth. You break my bones, you sleep in my marrow.

I lean my head against the rattling glass window of the west-bound bus, my teeth shiver in their gums. Sometimes if I hold my breath, I can hear the gangrene consuming, destroying me.

This I know, my heart will be the last to go.

Ascending... descending?

covet.

Ghosting

And this is why I have decided
to pull these old white sheets from my head.
I'll leave them folded neat and tidy
so that you'll know I'm out of hiding.

"Il y a des jours ou tout semble tellement irreel." 

I want a love like Harry and Marion's. It's too bad I'm not fucked up on heroin, maybe I'd meet someone genuine.