On Whisper and the Roar.
How do I express my anxiety? Let me dip my nails and bite my skin, with the horrors of iterative chills like a wood spanking my cheekbones Colour changing, chameleon tongue. I am pulverized in this shade of trance, with my thoughts eating my red eyelids. Pich and pluck or pluck and pinch Spit and run or run and spit The ebb of heart rises like high tides in sigh. I sit in this corner, burning now along with the burning ink.