warm

vanilla bath @ 3:30 am
my eyes are growing
my lips are growing.

I am thinking about all the scary things in the world: all at once. I mainly keep picturing masks.

Somewhere, I guess, he is sleeping,
His jeweled claws are aching


I feel like some old ship


that's never going to make it
rocking itself to sleep inside a shed.

i can see my bones now,they are ivory.