things i write while i am afraid

[rhythmriot]

we are trapped
numb numb
lips tum
bling over sick
phrases and phases
of fucking insanity.
where do we follow
our lecherous
fingertips, sadistic
torturers wanting
the salty libations
of fingerpricked tears?
we are two bodies falling
down stairs, off of buildings
off of love, off of misery
until we see the interior
of our own bones and brains.