snow

it's too simple, a wider base, a larger audience.
my lips, my teeth, they are stained...the purple drips onto my chest. i am preparing for the worst, because i like it this way. my fingernails pulling what is left of my back.
why is your back hunched over? i am protecting my heart. i don't want a hangover, i don't want to wake up. the end of summer smells like your skin.
rough, cold, be quiet, stop. stop the bleeding, pull the glass out of your palm.
it must be fate. a harsh lesson in time and space. my hands throb in my sleep, his face in focus.
i fall. i fall the first time and the last. i will not wash, i will not stay clean.