everlasting, cocksucker.

animated limbs swinging in memorium
heel always hitting first
and hard with a sound - vibrating back up and through
mutating with shaking
moist, new, deep, geometric dirt unnecessarily waits
reembodied and walking for so long now stuck
a holding pattern
one more final kiss goodbye
one more
one more.
the opacity shouldn't be as high as it is
i should be able to see through these walls by now.
too long like this: waiting.
hovering round and round for nothing more than more chances at more ill fitting connections.
ahead once, so long ago, now, i don't even understand anything at how different the air is.
only one eye here is relevant
the right one
nothing left. never left.
they're always with me. always. laughing, too.
making the curtains move in the lack of wind
oh dear.
where is *my* sandbox? so many growths or not. so many rounded, dulled edges that it just rolls away. or should.
go away.
and doesn't.
i am not all better.
this containment will fail.
i'm going to fall asleep in all my clothes and my coat tonight.
and i'm never going to talk to you again.