Everything about you has become a blur,
salt and snow, sheets and winter sky...
"You can find anything beautiful
but not the one in the mirror."...
Words fall into a pool
of pride, spatters...
I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes...
As of today, life seems only
mean and meaningless. There's no logic...
.
naughty, and nervous...
I am but the rotten core
of an apple, love-bites from falling...
He's zipped up your ribcage and swore
never to touch it again...
They slurp oyster souls,
guillotine shrimps with...
I wake up within yellow bars, bones
yellowed like newspapers in sunlight, dreams...
My ribs do not protrude to stab you,
yet with every step on the scale...
Remember when you woke up to my words
and I slept to yours? We didn't seem that far-off...