HellzLips

Lips sewn shut, screaming til I pony up a silhouette robust enough to bore my chest a roar in jest for happyless a boy requests my mouth- keep shut.

Twisted, as the cat sees the fox, of nature and naught. Torn between a knotted string, and a message of lines and dots. I do not trust myself to the blade, nor can a bird fly with shields. Can the wind interpret the code instead, or should I pray in the fields? It is not soft to land so quick, but I've fell myself before if one I've told and one I've held, then why am I a whore? If I can untie you, and decipher you, can I choose which one of you, without the spread of emptiness, without the pain of two.

every piece of her, singular, illuminating; distance, all of her in- supernova. breathtaking