MAINLINE

I am the fractional crystals, growing around 

the winds of dirty lingerie. 

I know you know

this. 

This is the blackened eel, wrapping her 

scales around the dirty sea

that was once clean,

it was that thing, 

that met the river 

that lived tremendously

between these memories, 

like warmed by the sun

mountain ranges, 

like licked by the rain

green golden gardens- before, 

we were gutted, 

like that rotten fish. 

do you dream, still, 

of the physics of my breasts, 

the fundamentals of my breath, 

the torments of our breadth? 

This is, 

mainlining agony.

You gave me pain,
the way pain is the present.