You are static electricity dancing along frayed nerve-endings; alive and dangerous, sparking with conviction and fervour. reaching for You is like reaching for second-helpings and my heart rattles my ribcage at the thought of overindulging; bony fingers grasping at hot-blooded wrists.
You are an earthquake; a tremor stronger than million-year-old rock, stronger than diamonds and louder than gunfire. aftershocks riddle my body and i am a thousand tiny particles of dust. littering. leaching. there is no home for broken souls upon the expanse of your body. the planet trembles with laughter when i try to lay down my own soil.
You are titanium bones and diamond skin and porcelain teeth; impenetrable. a thousand swords and bullets and claws cannot break You and i will not allow them to try. i am a layer of dirt atop your glory; shielding your valuables and pretending You are all for mememe and i am selfish.
we are fighters, you and I, You whisper beneath the covers, breathing in my dust. i cut myself on the acute edges of your hips and pray You do not realize that i can bleed; that i am a coward and my body is aching for the chance to fall apart.
maybe.
