hopping through heartbeats my cold crippled lungs sing a song through the liquid that beckons them inward. she stands on my table entranced and unable to glance at my face, will i step up and hold her? Friendship is free but that sex shit is deadly, her heart finds my lungs and surrounds them with mucus, she kisses my eyes and removes all the color, in pallor i pant and retract from her pushes. for hours i scoured her face for a trace of displaced apathy or a space where it might be. but closing my eyes is forever the best cuz that sex shit is deadly, its bumps bend and break me.