it is wet (and uncontrollable) my mind is
scattering. all my thoughts are, bent. I can't(n’t) take:
this, lovelessness. [the dead bird state of my insides]

it’s wet (and untrustworthy), the words I spin.
hot like honey, sliding down my back. burning
my spine and sense of, self-preservation.

it’s wet (and inconsolable). this heart is wrecked.
like swallowing rocks, that keep me sinking.
constantly:
turning inside out at the thought of you.
our play of sex and love(is so fucking); tragic.