Bird Over Rainbow

I peel back.

I run fingers down
fine line cracks 
dig nails and spread

wide. 

Shake out the dust
shake out the rust
the parts that don’t fit,

your gauzy memory of the past
20 years,

too chipped, too ripped
too dry-rotted.

Time unbecomes
the inside.

I heal back, 
and the leftover dust
settles.

overflow/silver savior saliva

soundwave oscillation/memorized evisceration/goldeyegleam 

newspaperblackout:

“Feelings” a blackout by winsomecreations

truth. can’t type ti=ght now.

a picture to match the tightness in my chest →

50% remains, light and hollow
dry and empty.