Untitled XII

Score and peel skin, discard

My hands crush plums, bleeding crimson

Everything feels distant

Close my eyes

Breathe in

Breathe out

Dreams are becoming of us

Warmth, clinging to the roof of my mouth

Cloying and humid as a thunderstorm

“I’m alive,” I think

Breathe in

Breathe out

Strangely, all is well

Drifting through restless nights

Moonlight in my eyes, on my sheets

I watch you sleep

Breathe in

Breathe out

Tomorrow may never come