fantastical

You penetrate me in the worst kind of way, but never in that kind of way. You’re miles away, like all the times before, but sweatshirts speak your name and my eyes deceive me regularly; you were the one to paint these streets in gold and silver, now people are tripping over cracks of regret, disease and despair.

I am screaming your name in my wake, I am drowning in your sweat and eating your insides; you are the scent on my torso; acid seeping through my pores.
I am nothing; I am an allusion.

I want to eat your illness
Like a steak
Cut into pieces
Juicy, rare,
A dash of A1

I want to lick your wounds
And spit up sparkles
Like it was the first day of our lives

You are Operation
The lining of your walls
Are electric, danger
To anyone lacking steady hands

You are cancer
In my veins
Multiplying
Until parts of me
Disappear

My hair is in the drain
Sunbeams are escaping your fingertips
You feel more alive than ever
My insides are spilling through my teeth