3 into one more day. start over. Blood rushing down my veins, whimper, hate me, purr and you hate me.
Blood turns into blue, water. Convicted,
broken, never soaken.
With feelings of comfort, pillows, cotton candy.
gutter. Never mutter.
Because what is now wasn’t three days Now and After; (infinite)
Plus. Go ahead and subtract from it.
Plus, where’s the plus?
Where does my heart go? He doesn’t fit, clustered, dissed.
Words cannot math me, I suffer
Do I stop this insanity? (How!) It’s taking my sanity,
to cocoon. You’re my
moth. Moth? Quiet!
Three days worth of
One hour’s love.
Water frozen red.
It’s taking my
Sanity, it has taken
my sanity. Exotic,
my summer azure.