by Writer

Hanging upside-down

What’s my name again?

I wish I had forgotten

I wish you hadn’t touched me with your poison skin

Is this incurable and fatal

My bones are growing too fast for my skin

I’d like to tear it away

Remove the itch

Sink my teeth into something just right

Not too easy and not too tough

Your presence is like holding a snowflake with warm hands

You melt away leaving only thirst

And the memory

Of what could be.