becesque

Innocent you sit before me and punch her face with a balloon, empty like promises. My body swells with salt water retention, and I bloat across the couch. I hear plans for days still hazy ahead and my tongue rattles a thousand warnings, But closed lips keep them safely jailed. With every thwack a giggle, and I think only of a mother's counsel; It will only end in tears. My insides ache to leap and tie you down before the wind picks up, Before she strips her mask and sinks into your veins and sucks them dry, Before her black hair is lifted by ill-made foreign static, And your spirit seeps through the soles of your feet and disappears into t...

Innocent you sit before me and punch her face with a balloon, empty like promises. My body swells with salt water retention, and I bloat across the couch. I hear plans for days still hazy ahead and my tongue rattles a thousand warnings, But closed lips keep them safely jailed. With every thwack a giggle, and I think only of a mother's counsel; It will only end in tears. My insides ache to leap and tie you down before the wind picks up, Before she strips her mask and sinks into your veins and sucks them dry, Before her black hair is lifted by ill-made foreign static, And your spirit seeps through the soles of your feet and disappears into t...