Cut thoroughly
Take your time, use it as mine
Sink, broken sink
Sag what none of them felt
Tore against the pleasure, sick measures
Flesh to ripples and she, she cries.
Drank it all up, turn towards the sky
Foreseen the forwardness in forgiving, look at me.
Look at me, wake me
Cut again, round again.
Getting shy, too much to cry
He’ll tell you the power in your voice.
But as the dawn fades, my lungs shrink.
I sang us a lullaby, holding onto life
Keeping my last inhalation.
Waiting, hoping, I shall remain hopeless...

MAYO//2020