flying, feathering, through blades of grass the waves go, tickling neighbors' eardrums, goosebumps prickling throughout the floorboards, creaking and aching at the sound of the cries
echoing around the bunk bed, flimsy pillows watered by the salt, arms wrapped around me tight as u scream, you're not strong enough. honey, oh honey, the aching in my bones is complete and envelops me
the letters all throughout the carpet, aching with desire and misery, collared jacket and iron pleated slacks strewn over my chest, suffocating and all-encompassing in its dread
i can see myself through the frames of your glasses, frail and broken and suffocating you with bitter devotion, clinging to my rock, glistening in the moonlight like your eyes that dimmed out with your weary spirit
sleepless nights nevermore, picking me off your skin slowly like ticks in the woods you weathered, draining your spirit with my suffocating heart, i'm not strong enough for you
oh, the missouri ozarks completely drowned in soriano cowardice, pleading to hold onto me—
he's not strong enough without you, the pines whistle. his despair and empty heart is forever enshrined in the missouri ozarks.
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and lowly the tide whispers,
the coward will return.
