At the bottom of the well,
we sunk into each other,
I let my flesh push into yours when the water softened it a bit,
but I didn't like how all of this was starting to feel like sandpaper,
not you,
not me or our skin,
just this,
us,
it was the worst,
and I found myself yelling and the clawing my way up the bricks,
and then it was raining down in on me,
literally,
like God was calling my bluff,
but I just wanted to get away from you,
up,
and out of there,
so I could run over rolling hills,
across the valley of death,
and into the Fata Morgana,
even if it was only in your dots,
your dots
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