i.e.'Love, Surgically'








ataxia filled
convelescence

I am[complex.par.tial.]
(grand mal has nothing on me)

bradycardiac
melodies
I sink deeper
into
pu|monary. AdemA

my fingers slipping through the dirt
as water
corrodes my shattered sinuses
my eyes and lungs becoming one with the silt that bathes me
breathing the trees
and inhaling the sun

This embolism screams multality.

running the edges of surreality

I am only made of iron

Iron(y)
corroded and filled with bittersweet oxidation
Heavy Metal.d

T.oxi.city

fucking .morons.

paralized wirh fear


.ii.



[A.M.A]

you live in me like a disease
embracing errant antibodies
reeking of arterial remorse

ventricular indescision
reverberating
what ifs and take backs

waking up from anathesia is always
almost as terrifying

as waking up alone.