Raindrops fall directly into your eyes.
I hold a beating heart.
Wind crashes against your skin; you stagger like a newborn animal.
The sun crouches in your hair.
My intestines are tangled with yours.
Splinters enter the undersides of your toenails. Blood spurts rhythmically, and I want to dance.
Everything is outside of you.
Everything is closer to you.
Your mother chokes back a cry- I’m eating your brain.
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