escapril

hands, wrists, teeth: for this obsession that fills me

found him splayed in pool water
belly up
like a dead fish
found his breath somewhere else

blue wrinkled trunks
white wrinkled hands
i heaved him out like a dirty trash bag
thunk onto concrete

safe from that cold soup
of bodies
who stare at me; expressionless
but he didn't breathe and no one cared

his lips are easy to find
take my lungs
take them into your mouth, your teeth, the tip of your tongue

tear my organs out if you have to
fill me with sea salt
lay me back down into the bog
exchange rate of oxygen unknown

the thing about me and my ugly disease
rendering me a shell
is i would die for you in a second
even if only in a nightmare

a/n: i'm in love and other nightmares