i am s
l
i
p
p
i
n
g.

your hands are covered in
liquid gold and i'm diving
into a bottomless void of
consequences and flames.

i am c r y i n g.

all the watered plants you
put behind my eyes, they're
melting with the embrace of
pandemonium.

i am slowly
tracing
back
my s t e p s.

you're danger, baby.
let me trip over the
same edges for you.