sPecIaL

i'd <3 one of each.
thx.

crabwalk

grade school shootings wrapped in smoking monkeys.
a feeling of indestructibility as i sink farther in the past.
shapeshifting.
t-rex breaking off the coast of Africa & i'm melting.
such a loss of time.
2 am turns into 5 & these palms watch over me.
the reflection of the full moon glimmers & sparkles on my pupils & talk of aspirations leak out of my guarded lips.
only to soon stir inside of this mess i call my cerebellum that so well mimic the cirrocumulus wisps.

running record

It's been sometime since i've let myself
feel.
this way.
velvet & color enveloping my body that rests on the floor.
the goosebumps still poke through, relentlessly
my mind struggles to stay put as it continuously runs to the 12th planet.
there it is comfortable, free, & fearless.
reality's gravity is my goliath.