ebony and grey and pearly. curling and blossoming--sticking to my fingers, staining yellow the skin of my crooked, straightened teeth, sucking at my watery, swimming eyes.
sit
outside
with
me.
love
the
beast
that
everyone
else
tries
to
kill.
i think you're absolutely incredible.
i think i'm very bad at saying words about you.
we talk with our fingers and our teeth and our ribs though, don't we?
yes.
yes we do.
