salt

break two perfect
sabres

I've got iron curse
around my neck
digging into soft
spongey vertebre
holding me together
and I can feel it shooting
into my brain
with a pull
like the devils leash

going far towards
out of sight illusion
like it should be there
so I can pretend
there are giants and
hungry ideas of
unnatural

just like in the dark
or in cold sweat dreams
leaving you sticking to
your bed, dripping chasing
drops, fear of
those eyes turning away,
knees giving me all away,
I'm soaked from my toes up
and there's no steady ground
so give me your blind spot
to kiss your neck
where your words are
vibrations for me
to dance to