tears mean nothing

sighs clean lips like doubt.
i’m biting thoughts
for attention.

whisper in blinks.
whisper in blinks.

i scream in-between reality

(only when he’s not looking).

it’s terror by eternal
permanent enamel.

someone dug graves, i swear
they sowed death up my nose.
if i haven’t already, i’ll turn
into a ghost.

still, oil keeps my kisses soft.
still the oil, but water always  d
                                                      r
                                                      o
                                                      p
                                                      s
                                                      .

always.

always salty,
             salty,
             salty,
limp and humble–
still,

i hold my whispers in attention
for thoughts that linger
in devious apparitions.
they’re waiting.
they’re waiting.
waiting for another moment;
waiting for me to disappear.

i whisper to those bodies now,
        “just keep him still.
        just keep him near.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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