back again
stealing
breath
i fancy it
that way
stealing that is
to me
its not the same
as if it
was given to me
from my
simplest
time
less
the rampant mind
hands
bound with
twine
dust that settles
in the corner of
my pocket
finding
a hole
on its route
small enough to
let the blood drain out
dizzier than all
holy fuck
consumed
with all
and all my bad luck
bleeds into the picture
slowly
distorting
i can barely
distinguish
the figures
and i
dont seem to
mind
r.matlack 