You're
confusing me
I can't
think straight
my mind is like
the tangled cords
of the intestines in a
dead whale's
body
drifted on shore

I want to be selfish
and grab
what I want
I want to carve
your name on
timber
so you may live
forever

I can't
I am weak
frail and
powerless
my thighs are
bloody on the
marble floors
paper cuts from a
bed of dead leaves

shout a
murmuring whisper
tell me
what to
do
so that I may glow
once more
in the presence
of another

My
other