i ran, she chased, it is love
Shattered. Unsurprising for such a small thing.
I lost the missing puzzle piece again
He crushed me and watched me suffocate
the molars fill spilled itself to tongue
Sprawled flat on a surface of color.
Running from something familiar yet unknown
I cut a woman to shredded cabbage
Fingertips should not trail tongues. Mine do.
Pressed with vibrant hues no oxygen here
grasped for air. missed by a breath.
Glissando of pianos rumbling like white thinder
And She spoke words of love here
Looked in mirror, her clothes were different.