No you don’t

Said mind

Throat choked and stomach dropped

Eyes rolled in their socks

Shocked silence surrounds sinning saints

Say

Something

Eyes scream,wide,loud.

Body still.

Throat convulsed.

A choking sound gurgled past the dam of a nation without walls..

Loose Af.

The cannon master left orange dust on the dessert grounds and I left you to be sweet

But

Toes curl in anticipation of flight

Wings attempt to burst from skin disintegrating caution and finding purchase in pained screams

Blood flows in rivulets down cloaked backs

Hiding sheer agony in a grin that doesn’t reach the Duchenne, and their brains…

Are purchasing body cons.

A long one, where fries find thighs and drill divots inside.

My body

My soul

Which do I feed? and if it is true that I am whole

Then who are you?

Why do I feel I need you when you grasp strands of the…