automatic corners

i gave up on words
but they kept coming back
so here i am, vomiting.

you look better
with your eye
contact on.

don't say
i didn't
warn
you.

we are the flowers
spiraling in flames
i will shred your edges
if you scribble out your name
and we will fold and flutter sly
until symphonic sins anchor us
down.


i will wrap you in sunset
i will clothe you in twisted roots
i will
i will
just please
we don't,

just;


why don't you say something?