glued to a wall.

and we were here, tangled in each other, just here, just here like, where the fuck were we? like the windows were open and the day was here and the dogs were dying and people were waking from their plastic cups and their slurring eyes. and we were in between the sheets, chopped up in kisses and fingertips, a safe, blooded pool of smiles. we were on top of the glass, we were making our whole world a freak show, searching for new colour. we consumed, all fireflies and lightning, fork and knife. we were walking through walls, letting the silence take us. and I remained a first page burn out, a spark struck to a match after sex. and you were my meth, my math, my mission.