SNAKE-S-KIN
9.23.19
standing on the afterthought of something
not to call it calm
dew and fog after the storm
it hurt until it didnt
now we’re digging at the dry well
begging, pleading with throats parched and raw
to go dig a little deeper
and maybe that’s the point
we either die searching for the dead
or we look up
something’s gotta give
the less of her there is in me, the more of me i remember
i don’t need filler
luke warm bullshit
everything feels too much too numb
one big lie making little dishonesties brittle at trust
i think she touched something in me
im a little less trusting
a little more muddle and doubt
trying not swallow adam’s apple
almost killed me
im trying not to let it define me