scrape those nails across my neck, devour my spirit, relish my soul, crack my pulsating arteries, reach in and dig up my 心,  liberate my bones.       come close. palm to palm flesh to flesh ear to chest

i haven’t felt so infatuated since october ‘10

it’s his eyes, they’re so goddamn sincere

the thread linking me to humanity is dwindling. it trembles and cries for renewal. its knees are on the verge of giving way, tumbling, collapsing. its throat, a fragile vessel, slaughtered by the rough, cigarette air like a lamb by a lion, threatens to shatter. and its heart, that precious old organ, it is becoming stone cold. and yet, and yet with its eyes it weeps uncontrollably, its lips shake furiously and its desperate cries, no matter how loud, are never heard. that thread, linking me to humanity, is dwindling. it’s going to snap.