<p>arching, light has scuttled under my lids agape lips begging to drip with the vomit of my heart raw soles wade in the beads from my skin sleeplessly feasting knowing you are cold in a locked bed.</p>
arching,
light has scuttled under
my lids
agape lips
begging
to drip with
the vomit of my heart
raw soles
wade in the beads from
my skin
sleeplessly
feasting
knowing you are cold
in a locked bed.