This house isn't mine anymore,
salmon and green waiting room,
broken air-conditioning,
I twist,
uncomfortable,
in the full moon night,
the blossoming slow burn,
scratching a dry fever,
beneath the mania of my skin,
praying the palms together,
the last of the alaska sage,
pleading,
my shoulders tight,
built,
snap to my ass,
walking on tiptoes,
bending to clean,
blood droplets on the floor,
the edge of the stage
closer,
closer,
closer,
can't see in the heat of the lights,
and the rain came,
when the rain came,
and the rain came,
you were standing in the sun,
but the rain came,
when the rain came,
casually on the couch,
buttons pressing,
snipping instagram
basil,
zuchinni,
I'm not hungry,
I'm not,
maybe if I forget to breathe,
I'll remember how.
I want a new place to live,
this isn't comfortable to me anymore.
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