Birds eat breadcrumbs.
Things spin right back even when
I try to move away or maybe
Flee because it’s bleeding, all my
Want of you.
I want to keep on moving backwards.
I told you before I’ve been
Telling you all along I want
It’s nothing against this one I’m just black and white and you’re paint splattered inside my rib cage,
Yellow, pastel pink.
I feel like I’m on a cliff in the blackout.
You could be right in front of my face, you could be
In the ravine.
I might feel your breath on my lips and think it’s the wind, maybe it happens all the time.
Maybe there’s just a pane of glass between us and not a universe.
I am probably eating both of us whole and we don’t know,
We think we’re just living
Arms length in the void.