Oxygen takes more than breath and I'm timing myself against the bittersweet smell of the room. I see stars and my fingertips trace the horizon, trapped behind glass. My barrier has room for two and I'm getting odd looks and the room is a whirlpool. I wonder if you see the smoke, smog around her lips and scissor lighting.

Everyone is unpleasant and heartless but I think I'm the better of them, I belt Creep to the world so they know who i used to be and can guess who i'm becoming. Her name is tattooed to my tongue, you'd find ink traces on the pavement. I want to run so nobody can see how inspired i am and i want to find somebody who i'm unaware even exists.

I've been told 'oh, dear, sink your teeth into something more productive' and i can see my veins grow brighter and feel my eyes dilate against keys; the clock stops. 11:11 is over used and i head down to insomnia city. i try to tell myself that it was all a nightmare but the paperback reminds me that i haven't slept in years. my lung is punctured. I never liked to inhale spring anyway.

Love is painted on my fingertips, lack of infinity sends them to a burning cold. They are throbbing, I am throbbing, the world is hungry. Education means pools of invisible gas and pools of salt and water from forever glazed eyes. I keep track by vision and charcoal, remembering and conversations of life and endings. Tobacco and sugar strangle my organs, though my bones praise every pain and my mind shudders.  The web is spun and we all seem caught, I use my words to weave myself out.