They were bodies.
They were just pretty, wet bodies.
Love does not adhere to slippery men.
You can walk away from the octopus.
Tonight you are free. The scariest thing you have ever done
has left you feeling the most brave.
I have learned to speak.
I have learned that when I run, I move beautifully…
like a chandelier in a hail storm.
Step outside the octopus cloud.
The forgotten will hold you and the black will destroy you.
You might enjoy that which destroys until you are destroyed.
Leave before the numbness travels to your legs.
I am found in the forgotten.
He motions for me to stop dipping my tongue in my wounds.
Loyalty is nerdy. Loyalty is possible. Loyalty is all.
We are lovely.
We are ugly sometimes.
When the lights are out we are but wrinkles and noises.
He leans into my light and melts my candles:
“You are mathematically elegant.
You are mathematically elegant.
Wake up. I think I love you.”
This dumb kite flies towards your lightning