This hammock is made up of nets
the spider spins- the humans web
we fell in traps,the size of ships
This is a habit,This is a whereabout,there is nothing more
there is no turning back
this is it.
I found you in a Green House
with demon shaped figs
the plants they act like monsters
The flowers act like kids
mulch is growing up
faster than you can say
ivy
you touched me on the-
cheekbone then my lashes
there,you said it with your greyline eyes
it was not your first pick.
There is freezing rain
falling all over your- shadow
your leather boots are soaked
discolored and you are not having
IT
I am strapping myself
to the end of a train
shutting my eyelids
nature based tears
begging to emerge
this is not emotion
this is just scientific
reaction.
holding my breath
ah,what a breeze this is!
the speed of a wheel
the thrill of traveling,swiftly,onward.
Oh,what an eve this is!
seducing me into such a fictional death.
One day you will answer your telephone and say:
I know this for a fact.
I know this for sure.
I know.
I know .
I know.
click,gasp.
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